Another foggy morning.

I got up, did my usual opening of the blinds in the kitchen and what did I see?

The first moonflower had opened overnight! I made Don come outside to see it. It’s huge and beautiful and the scent is heavenly. I was completely surprised because I hadn’t seen a bud. Usually, the heavenly blue morning glories open up first. But this year, nothing as of today.

I have lush growth everywhere, big leaves, healthy vines, but…no flowers yet. If they don’t get a move on, I’ll be in Europe when they bloom. I’m always aware that an unexpected frost can come in October. It’s happened for the past two years. So, by the time we get home we could be looking at shriveled leaves and vines that are kaput for the season. So come on, morning glories!

Back to the moonflower. A little later, it had started to close up.

And then, a bit later:

Thank you, sweet moonflower.

The maple leaves continue to change color and fall.

Sigh. I guess summer is just about over. I refuse to fully acknowledge autumn until September 22nd. Then, I guess I’ll have to face reality.

I mowed a heck of a lot yesterday, spurred on by a forecast of rain which is now holding off until tomorrow when we’ll get a deluge. I’m sore today. Definitely taking a break, in fact, ordered to take a break by my housemate. That housemate spent all day yesterday sitting in the blazing sun, taking photo portraits of people at our local Farmer’s Market. He came home with a big old sunburn. He worked very hard.

Someone took this picture of him.

He is darn cute, that guy. So scrumptious!

Happy Monday.