Loops

Talk about unbounded, here is to the endlessly growing morning glory, swirling around supports and draping over hardscape, deceptively strong with its springy vines weaving an intricately detailed and highly redundant veil the color of the sky.

The braided loops that clamber trees shy away from the extremes of the weather, saving their huge trumpet shaped cerulean flowers for just the crisp bright morning.

I don't know what it is about the month of October that encourages this vine to spring forth an outburst of flowers but photos don't do it justice. The plant weaves an exquisite embroidery of leaves and chords dotted with bright blue, spanning between tree branches, blanketing flowerbeds and covering supports.

At the end of the warm season, when most plants are preparing for the winter, this cold tender annual seems to be just starting, maybe it is its location, maybe some internal plant clock that tells the vine to produce more offspring, but the colder it gets the more it blooms. Since the last few nights were colder than usual, the plant is outdoing itself, sprouting so many flowers they can't fit on the stems.

The "Morning Glory" represents love in vain in the Victorian language of flowers. I don't believe love can ever be in vain, and neither does this plant. Much like its modest and resilient tendrils love blooms regardless of circumstance, it may have to weather blustering days and chilly nights, it may get burned by frost, it may be torn by strong winds, but it always blooms again, despite everything.