Morning Glories

In my last post, I had two images of morning glories that recently bloomed in my garden. It took them until September to bloom. We have had such a cool wet summer that I didn't think I would ever get a blossom. I planted a huge amount of seeds and most of them sprouted and took root, produced some nice plants and some scrawny sorry looking ones that I thought would just die off. The sorriest looking plant is the one that blossomed.

These days I feel a lot like that sorry plant. All shrivelled up and weak, putting everything I have into reaching toward the sky, but feeling like my days of blossoming are over. That morning glory has given me the courage to keep trying. Today is the first day in over a month that I have had the urge to be creative. Ideas are pouring into my head. In my next post I hope to show you what I'll be working on in the next few days and weeks.

Choosing to Blossom

And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight in the bud

was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

Anais Nin