As some things in the garden wither, others go full tilt.
A friend of mine came over with a shovel and a Beautyberry plant earlier in the summer. I didn’t know how Callicarpa Americana would take to the Cabin. Now its purple berries are practically fluorescent, a perfect complement to the orange leaves that have begun to carpet the grass around the bush.
I hauled out the brown tomato plants in the sun today, the wind whoosing through the tops of the phragmites. Sorted out the tall stakes for next year. One lone green tomato dangled from a shriveled branch.
Yet the purple cosmos are raging. And the bees are storming them.
I’m cutting them by the armful and bringing them into the living room, a bit of summer still in front of a roaring fall woodfire.
The rosemary in the garden stands tall, waiting for its time in the stew pot with a leg of lamb.
My celery is insane, a veritable hedge of the stuff. It never headed up but it still would be a great bed for a whole sea bass. I’ll have to go out and get me a fish.
Most impressive, though, are the morning glories. Dozens of blossoms open every day, their petals scrunched until they unfurl in the morning sun.
They don’t seem to understand that it’s fall, the time to fold up their tents. Well, they do fold up their tents, every day, since it’s the of the flower to bloom for a single day. “A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books,” said Whitman. The Japanese have led the world historically in cultivating varieties of the morning glory, and as of this count there are 1,000 odd species.
The ones going crazy in my garden are Heavenly Blue. As for their hallucinogenic properties, Aztec priests started that practice, though we’re perhaps more familiar with love generation baby boomers who ingested the seeds to open themselves to new experiences, as the blossom does the bee.
One response to “What’s the Story Morning Glory?”
Yikes! A mighty colorful madhouse, it seems, a veritable inferno, and noisy, too, what with the whooshing of the Phragmites, the raging of the Cosmos, the storming of the Bees, and the insanity of the Celery, not to mention the flowers gone crazy. Yikes. 🙂