Yes, I'm still here. Sorry to leave you wondering for so long. My mind's been elsewhere lately--I haven't been reading other blogs and soaking up ideas to work into posts for NRJW. I did manage to get my regular column for Romancing the Blog written, so you might want to click over and read that. It's about romance authors conducting literary experiments that rub many of their readers the wrong way.
My favorite gardening blog would be even more enjoyable if the blogger didn't spend so much time yammering about and showing pictures of her cats. I don't like cats, so when I see cat photos I don't bother reading the blog entry. I have often wondered if some of the people who come to NRJW for posts about writing aren't similarly disgusted when they see photos of my garden. If that's the case with you, be warned that the rest of this post will be about morning glories. Get out while you can.
It's autumn in our neighborhood. The trees are turning lovely colors and the still-green lawn is littered with leaves.
These morning glories will keep blooming until the first frost, and then my hunk o' burnin' love and I will have to figure out how to untangle and cut the dead vines off the arbor without snipping the green cords of our white twinkle lights (which in the summer we call "party lights" and in the winter we refer to as Christmas lights).
That's a rain gauge on the arbor post. I have to keep plucking away the heart-shaped morning glory leaves that want to cover it like little umbrellas.
I like the purple stars in these sky-blue glories.
This red glory has finished its day's work and closed up. Looks like a peppermint candy, doesn't it?