This sweet baby came up in the gravel near where I had a pot full of Ipomoea lobata last year.
I couldn’t just leave it there struggling to survive, so I carefully put it in a small pot with a stick.
In no time at all its little top was waving in the breeze looking for some support.
I planted it in the big pot where its mama plant was last year.
I love how the tiny blooms emerge red.
As the raceme of blooms elongate the older flowers fade to yellow.
That is why it has another name, Spanish Flag vine.
I consider this vine a gift. I did not have time to buy seeds for my trellises this year.
I am grateful one little seed showed up to fill the void.
My garden is a blessing.
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