For about the past month, this morning glory has greeted me as I headed out the front door of the house on my way to work. It was a volunteer, from seeds my daughter planted last year in a little hanging basket. Â Today may be the last day to see it, as the weather is taking a sharp turn tonight toward fall and the first frost.
Aless will probably be leaving Valley Center before any volunteers reach this stage next year. Â I'm not anxious for summer to end, nor for my daughter to fly away.Â
I'm not aging gracefully at all. Â My heart is cracking and breaking off into little pieces. Â An old friend told me yesterday it is because I've spent too much time at my job, and that my spirit would rekindle if I take the leap into something new and fresh. Â I'm not sure how I'll do that or what is waiting for me out there.Â
Here's a song for my little morning glory which pays tribute to it and the fine singer who wrote the song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4OvpS9Bc4oM