Little to report here.
Yesterday was golf (bad) in the morning, and on the way home I picked up some corn for dinner at another farm in town, this one Merricks, established in 1741.
Mr. Merrick left us at 90-something, I believe, with little if any family remaining, but someone is keeping things going. The corn has ruined me for grocery store corn.
Our current weather is spectacular, sunny and 70s. Idyllic. Hard to beat a New England summer day.
My goal is to keep it from snaking under the windowsills and siding, but it's a daily job. I'd swear the vines grow a foot a day.
Somehow, though, the hummingbirds find their way through the tangle to the feeder.
Whether there will ever be flowers is another story.
I can see it hulking outside the window as I write this. Sometimes I imagine myself pinned to the bed one morning when I wake up.A large part of the rest of my day was spent on the porch thusly.
My morning glory had massive foliage not a single bud. I yanked it out recently.
ReplyDeleteAround here they usually bloom in the early fall, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
DeleteMorning glory is considered an invasive pest here and is classified as a noxious weed in some States. They do grow fast - and the blooms are spectacular.
ReplyDeleteMorning glory has been named an invasive, starting with my parents, who kept me on my knees many summers, pulling those snaky little roots.
ReplyDeleteAnd here I am, going to the nursery to buy it!
DeleteHow do you like French Braid? I haven't read it yet. The good thing about morning glory is it's tender, so you know it will all die back to the ground in the winter. (It might even be an annual...?)
ReplyDelete(From Marty - I’m apparently anonymous on my iPad) I’ve just started reading it, but like all Tyler novels, Baltimore is a major character.
DeleteI've twice recently had grocery store corn, so I must get to a good produce stand shortly
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