Morning glory

Morning blooms

 

The morning glory which blooms for an hour differs not at heart from the giant pine, which lives for a thousand years.

~ Alan Wilson Watts

Open to the morning

One of the joyful discoveries I have made at the Wabi-Sabi Ranch are the morning glories.  They come in a variety of sizes and colors, something I didn’t know until we moved here.

Lit from within

I love morning glories.  They remind me of my great-grandmother, Cora.  My grandmother, her daughter Anna, used to take me to visit Cora from time to time.  Cora lived on a small farm.  Her farmhouse had been split into a duplex, providing separate living quarters for other members of the family.

Just opening

Cora had chickens, and to get to the chicken coop, you walked through an arbor that was covered with morning glory vines.

Tucked in

I wish I could tell you more about my Great Grandma Cora.  By the time I was old enough to be interested in learning more about my family, she had died.  My grandmother, also dead many years now, wasn’t one to talk about her family or her childhood.  Judging by the way she acted in life, it must have been a rough childhood.  Granny was a mean old bird.  I loved her anyway, and know she loved me too.

One last look

That’s it from the Wabi-Sabi Ranch for today.  Thank you for visiting, and for walking around the garden with me to look at the morning glories.  As I type, our man Jamie and his helper are bulldozing the trash out of the pavilion.  In another hour or so, the kitchen people will be here to take some final measurements so they can order the cabinets and counter top.  All should be calm here by sunset.  Let’s meet out on the dock to watch as the sun dips behind the horizon.

Today’s view from the dock.

Be good, be kind, be loving.  Just Be.  🙂