Glorious Surprise

I didn't buy you

didn't invite you

(didn't even know

who you were)

and then

You announced yourself

grandly,

clothed

in finest indigo,

so deep and true

your blooms

glowing 

from within

but you disappeared

the very same day

and I mourned

(because I still didn't

know your secret)

Then,

In the morning

you greeted me joyously

(and I think you were

smiling,

aware of my ignorance,

and eager to surprise me

with your gifts)

and then I knew you

You made your home

in my strawberries,

politely sharing

garden space,

while spectacularly

draping yourself

over the wall

onto the lawn

to wink at

passers-by

Shh...don't tell

but you're my favorite

of my volunteers

It's not just

your glorious color

or fancy tricks,

like curling yourself

to sleep

in the hot afternoon sun

then stretching awake

while the dew still

sparkles diamond dust

on your leaves

But because you show me

That each day

is another day.

Given to us,

to cherish,

by the Creator

who put you

in my garden.

This is a true story.  One year, many years ago, a vine started growing in my strawberry bed.  Not being the most efficient, or timely, gardener on the planet, I hadn't had time to yank it out yet, when I saw the blooms.  Spectacular.  And gone.  So now that I know I have morning glories, I let them grow wherever they want.  In the shot with the lawn, I was trying to capture them starting to close up for the day.  

This has been Alphabe-Thursday Rainbow Summer School.  Head on over to Ms. Matlock's classroom and read other entries featuring indigo.


P.S And now you know why my profile picture is what it is :-)