Remember the story of Jack and his Beanstalk?
Well, my magic beans are Morning Glory seeds.
I threw a few in the dirt beside the house in Denver several years ago.
I had no idea they're so prolific.
Each spring, I yank tiny tendrils when they appear.
Every summer, the vines multiply.
Late this season, they overtook the Nasturtium.
They scaled the climbing rose.
Spiral threads reach toward the roof.
Pink and purple flowers peek jauntily through my windows.
They've turned my narrow side garden into a jungle.
Glories of the Morning
Here's what I've learned:
I'm not going to win this battle.
I'm starting to marvel at their tenacity and perseverance.
I think maybe I'm even enjoying them!
They're starting to grow on me.