My sister-in-law gave me a moon flower last summer. She really brought it to her mother, my mother-in-law, but they were gracious enough to pretend she’d brought it to me. I was ungracious enough to say, ‘Oh, thank yew-ew!’
Have you ever noticed how things will creep back in and around your life? I had my first story, a myth, published in high school. The Legend of the Morning Glory.
And now, I have a Moon Flower. Morning Glories and Moon Flowers are cousins.
Okay, so maybe that’s a bit of a stretch, but it was and they are.
Do you know why they’re call Moon Flowers? They only bloom at night. It took a few weeks. It started out as a little sprig, then it grew like a delicate vine. I planted it in a pot on my patio and gave it a stake when I saw how it wanted to ramble. After a few weeks, I had a lovely plant.
Then, one afternoon, I saw these cream-colored, pod-like things growing on it. That night, the largest one opened up into this flat white flower. When the sun hit it the next morning, it shriveled into itself and died. Not the plant, this one blossom. And not a frantic, Dracula-caught-in-the-sunlight-type of shrivel, just a sad, little wilting. The shot above was taken the next morning before it wilted and it looks a lot brighter than it really was.
But, a couple of nights later, another pod opened into a large blossom. And the next night, two more!
Sadly, I didn’t protect it over the winter and it’s now history. I can get another here, plus they have purple!
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