They are so lovely, the morning glories.
Ironically, I was headed out to get a photo of the first morning glory when I fell and injured my foot over four months ago. I didn’t get that photo. But I’m hell bent on getting the last of them.
As the season cools, the butterflies shall miss them.
And the robins shall miss them.
And I shall miss them.
“The morning glory pouring everywhere, it’s golden glory on the air.”
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Linking to Elaine’s Sunny Simple Sundays.
