Morning Glories…… 30 June 2011 10pm.
I am awake far too early this morning, at 3.49am. When ‘Dog’ hears the slightest hint that I might be stirring, she’s bright and breezy and raring to go…..downstairs and breakfast. This sometimes poses a problem because achy joints, stiff from the night, don’t work in a hurry and I go down too slowly for her liking. She rushes ahead and barks to go out into the garden. I must quieten her before she wakes up the neighbourhood so I step outside with her and feel the cool air….delicious.
The sun is not up but the sky is lightening, a pale aquamarine; there are still a few faint stars, fading now. Against the sky, the trees are silhouetted, leaves and fronds blackly outlined; it is a black and white world. Inula daisies, white foxgloves and tiny lobelia flowers show clearly against the dark bushes. The bats which live in the oak tree are flitting and swooping in circles and loops around the garden. Usually I only see them at dusk. A few birds call loudly to the coming day. I put the kettle on and go out again to look around; to see what’s new.
Today there are five buds on the Morning Glories, which climb the wall by the French windows, just opening for their one day of splendour; I grow them because I am reminded, by a Haiku poem, of the need for patient awareness: (in translation) ‘The Morning Glory has grown over the handle of my pail. I cannot draw water’. This year’s flowers are dark blue with a purple stripe and others, a shade of strawberry mauve pink. The ones I like the best are sky blue – little glimpses of heaven. Some years I count the flowers each day and write them on the calendar, to record their brief beauty.
The sky is rosy pink now; the pale stars are gone. It’s too early for me; I go back to bed.