A huge success, but only after many unsuccessful sowings
of Morning Glory.
These were only just rescued from a pot in the nick of time
and planted near a pillar by the front door.
Some hasty strings were tied to the pillar
and they obliged by twisting their way up with all speed.
They are the first thing to greet me as I open the door in the morning.
They have run out of string but continue to climb and scramble
over the porch roof.
I remember a Biology teacher, Miss Smith,
who used to grow Ipomea Heavenly Blue
in a small lean-to greenhouse at school.
She longed for us to show an interest in these beautiful flowers.
I fear our response was lukewarm.
My apology for this Philistinism is far too late.
Lamentations 3: 23