As I have confessed here many times, much to my lament I do not know plants like my mother did and trees like my father did.  So now I am having to learn them on my own.  These are Morning Glories that are growing wild along our driveway.  They open fully to the Eastern sun and by noon they have closed themselves up waiting for another day.  In that way they remind me of water lilies.  I have heard they are invasive.  Some of my favorite plants and trees seem to be labeled as invasive so I am not sure exactly what to say on that.  I also seem to have an affinity for plants rooted in Asia; to me they have such a delicate, graceful flow of movement.  The American dancer Martha Graham is quoted as once having said:

“‘Age’ is the acceptance of a term of years.  But maturity is the glory of years.”

I love the vine’s heart shaped leaves and delight in waking to its prolific blooms.  They serve as a reminder to me that each day I should stop and savor the morning glory.