The tomato plants are five feet tall, and the tomatoes are starting to get ripe. I’ll probably be harvesting my first (Early Girl) ones today.
I bought a bouganvilla this year, and just set the pot against a trellis. They have to be treated as annuals in this climate, but I thought it might be a nice spot of color. It’s not doing all that well, though – I think the root ball just gets too hot. But it has promise. If I get another one next year, I’ll just plant it directly in the ground.
Last year I planted Morning Glory seeds in the same spot. They were lovely, but I hardly ever had the chance to see the blossoms. This year I had a lot of volunteer seedlings – most of which I pulled out. But I did leave a few. Now I wish I’d left more, since we’re often out on the patio in the mornings when they’re blooming.
Let’s see one of those closer up, shall we? The color in real life is extraordinary. Like a deep purple velvet.
The term “Morning Glory” tends to strike terror in the hearts of many Utahns. Some look at me in horror when they hear I intentionally planted some. But that’s only because most of them have never seen a real Morning Glory. What they’re thinking of instead are the noxious weeds we call “Wild Morning Glory”, Convolvulus arvensis (field bindweed). I have plenty of those, too, but after several years of digging, spraying and pulling, at least I feel as if I’m starting to win the battle against them. I’ll never totally win, though, because enough of the neighbors just let them take over their yards, and the seeds will spread.