I’ve already waxed poetic on my high regard for the Morning Glory in this previous post. Time to revisit this beauteous blossom as the warm days of early autumn fade into the inevitable chill that awaits us.
The occasion for my return to the topic is not just to whip out a cheap retread post due to my being under the weather or unmotivated – although both of those are true. I’m moved by the fact that, with this last pulse of warm weather, our morning glories are out in full force.
Here’s one that caps our lamppost:
From all external appearances, those vines could pass for dead. Yet, they give forth life, and a spectacular one at that.
I don’t know why, but I find that inspiring. I hope you do, too.
A little addendum:
A couple of mornings ago, in the midst of an extended warm spell that clings to our area, even as I cling to the warmth, one of our morning glory vines, faded and wizened as they are, produced the following blossom:
That audacious growth reminded me that God’s creation is capable of surprises of great beauty and value. As one of His creations, could it be that I am also capable of such accomplishments?
Thrilling and humbling… and just a wee bit scary.