Morning Blues

It's that time of year again. I'm spending every non-working, non-sleeping sunlit hour working in the garden. I'm about a month behind schedule, but the warm weather is holding out, so it should work out.

As the trees get bigger, my garden keeps getting shadier. I dug up some of the sadder looker roses and replaced them with camellias. Camellias don't do well here, the dry wind sucks the life out of them, but I'm feeling optimistic. They're in a protected spot near the swamp. If they fail it's only money, right?

I also bought a morning glory. I had one at another house and the only way to get rid of it was to move. It grew like something in a horror flick, requiring aggressive pruning and digging every week and where it touched my skin, I got a rash. In the hottest weather I had to go after it in long sleeves and gloves and it would still get me.

This time I'm putting it in a spot with bad soil, so maybe it won't grow so fast. It may still be a major mistake, but look how pretty the flowers are. Could anything that pretty be evil?