There was evening and there was morning

“Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears” ~ song in “Fiddler on the Roof”

Remember the days that lasted…well…all day? It seems as if the days get shorter and shorter as we get older, and the morning just blends right into the evening.

Even so, I was surprised to see my so-called Evening Primrose blooming right beside a Morning Glory. It was almost as if they were mocking my perception of time speeding up.

Both the Evening Primrose (Oenothera) and Morning Glory (Ipomoiea) are considered weeds by many. I enjoy the delicate taste of the primrose’s bright yellow flowers, so I planted them on purpose. I am now truly sorry for that mistake. They seem to pop up everywhere! Continue reading “There was evening and there was morning”