Well, the morning glory didn’t make it. It looked fine when we first removed the tarp, but as the day went on the leaves withered. I recognized the signs. I’m very sad. The fact is that for years morning glories started to bloom here in August and had lots of flowers through September. But for the past 5 years or so, the buds do not emerge until late September – early October and that’s a recipe for failure. And there were so many buds! (And I sowed my seeds even earlier this year.)
Climate change is real.
I have two options: stop sowing morning glory seeds altogether or sow them in pots and see if that works better.
Anyway, I spent the day yesterday washing the sheets we had under the porch pots while they were in the house, cleaning up the porch, lugging each pot back to the porch. vacuuming the floors because there was a lot of plant debris, and watching hundreds of catalpa leaves float to the ground. And, if I’m honest, checking and rechecking the morning glories in case they somehow magically revived.
Then I watched the baseball team of my childhood years lose to the Mariners.

I can’t help it. They’re so darned cute.
Tomorrow is our 27th wedding anniversary. We’re always amazed that two people who didn’t meet until they were in their forties have been married this long. We’re very proud of our marriage. Don was twice divorced when I met him. I was marriage and commitment shy. Extremely so. That we hung in there and decided to take a giant risk is a miracle. We work hard at this marriage and it is everything to us. And I’m so, so lucky to have this man in my life.
So Happy Anniversary to us on October 12th!
Stay safe.
Happy Saturday.







