My Mother died in 2006 and Marilyn and I haven’t had any moonflowers since then. We have both blamed her for the absence of the gorgeous flowers. Today, Marilyn said, “I’m not planting any moonflowers next year. I don’t think they’re ever coming back.”
“Maybe I’ll try,” I said. “Surely Mom will forgive me for whatever it is she thinks I did.”
“You think you have a better green thumb than me?” Marilyn asked.
“No, but maybe it has nothing to do with having a green thumb.”
I got a resounding “Hmph!” from Marilyn.
When I noticed a new flowering vine today and pointed it out to Marilyn. “Do you have a clue what it is?”
“There’s one like it on the front fence,” she said. “Want to see it?”
I followed her out the door, to the fence surrounding the dog pen. We found the pretty little pentagonal bloom known as a Cardinal Vine plant, but we also found something else - a beautiful moonflower in full blossom.
Yes, it is the mystical season of autumn, the time when moonflowers are supposed to bloom. Maybe my Mother has finally forgiven whatever transgression she thought Marilyn and I may have committed and is once again blessing our gardens. Maybe! At least it’s what I like to think.
“Maybe I’ll try,” I said. “Surely Mom will forgive me for whatever it is she thinks I did.”
“You think you have a better green thumb than me?” Marilyn asked.
“No, but maybe it has nothing to do with having a green thumb.”
I got a resounding “Hmph!” from Marilyn.
When I noticed a new flowering vine today and pointed it out to Marilyn. “Do you have a clue what it is?”
“There’s one like it on the front fence,” she said. “Want to see it?”
I followed her out the door, to the fence surrounding the dog pen. We found the pretty little pentagonal bloom known as a Cardinal Vine plant, but we also found something else - a beautiful moonflower in full blossom.
Yes, it is the mystical season of autumn, the time when moonflowers are supposed to bloom. Maybe my Mother has finally forgiven whatever transgression she thought Marilyn and I may have committed and is once again blessing our gardens. Maybe! At least it’s what I like to think.
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