For about the past month, this morning glory has greeted me as I headed out the front door of the house on my way to work. It was a volunteer, from seeds my daughter planted last year in a little hanging basket. Today may be the last day to see it, as the weather is taking a sharp turn tonight toward fall and the first frost.
Aless will probably be leaving Valley Center before any volunteers reach this stage next year. I'm not anxious for summer to end, nor for my daughter to fly away.
I'm not aging gracefully at all. My heart is cracking and breaking off into little pieces. An old friend told me yesterday it is because I've spent too much time at my job, and that my spirit would rekindle if I take the leap into something new and fresh. I'm not sure how I'll do that or what is waiting for me out there.
Here's a song for my little morning glory which pays tribute to it and the fine singer who wrote the song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4OvpS9Bc4oM