You told me this would happen. (Peggy Joan, Eliza, Robyn)
I wrote a post on how much I loved my cute, little creeping fig climbing up the carport wall.( Look at it now)
You warned me that it would get sneaky and slither everywhere.
I looked away for a moment. (Okay, maybe a couple months.)
I looked back and poor little Moss had fig on his face.
I guess it will cover little Lily next.
Then make its way around the truck tires.
You tried to warn me that this cute, little vine was a creeper.
The heart wants what the heart wants. Even if it is bad for the statuary. (My bad.)
Creeping fig. Another ivy, only cuter.
This vine is a party.
Its name is Cardiosperma halicacabum due to its seeds with hearts on them.
It has lovely tiny flowers that remind me of confetti.
It is grown for its pods that resemble balloons.
Each pod contains three seeds with a white heart on each.
I love this vine for its blooms, pods and seeds.
I am beginning to wonder where I have been instead of present.
One of my favorite vines, Clerodendrum thomsoniae, surprised me yesterday.
I found pods and seeds on it for the first time ever.
Have I just missed this every fall? Or are these the first ever seeds?
The hearts of my bleeding heart vine have busted open with seeds.
I thought I was paying attention.
Maybe I was skiing instead of swimming.
That’s what I say when I am zooming across the surface instead of being submerged.
Could I really have missed bright red and black seed pods every year?
Have I been this busy?
It’s like missing a stop sign…red light…exit on a highway…
I must just tell myself, YOU SEE IT NOW.
Pay attention now!
I must have missed a few measures of music. Keep playing. Keep singing.
Look now. Pay attention now.
Here is the view from my desk.
This Passion vine has never had this many blooms at once.
All appeared after I published my “Vine Lessons” post.
I actually looked for a Passion bloom for the post and none were open.
Think what you will.
I consider it a divine affirmation(no pun intended…okay maybe intended)
of my self-acceptance as a grasper and a clinger.
(The Flower will be quiet for a bit. I will miss you. No worries.)
Nature knows everything. We need to pay attention.
Plants plan ahead.
Let’s look at this vine.
It came up from some seeds of ornamental gourds that I threw out.
At each leaf joint is a bud cluster, which blooms one at a time, and a long three-pronged tendril.
Why such a big tendril for such a small bloom?
Because that little bloom will turn into a heavy squash/gourd.
That fruit will need to be supported if the vine is climbing.
The plant plans ahead by having a built in support system with each bloom. (Like a baby with a college fund.)
We will never know more than nature.
Pay attention people!
In years past, I had three Passions. A wild one, a red one and a hybrid.
I killed the red one. I backed over the wild one. The hybrid is the only type left.
Luckily, I have several plants of this Passiflora ‘Blue Crown’ hybrid.
I finally got brave enough to put one plant in the ground along a fence near the Asparagus.
Here is its first ever bloom.
If this plant does not survive our winters, I have two more in large pots.
It is a vigorous vine that climbs the deck poles
and then is trained to grow on a trellis upstairs.
All are happily blooming in this August heat.
It is such a marvelous bloom.
One of my garden mantras is “Never ever plant ivy.”
I may have to add another vine in there.
I love my Creeping Fig, Ficus pumila.
The first year here, it seemed to be sleeping.
Last year it began creeping over the wall.
This year it has leaped onto pots and statuary.
I took these two photos seven days apart.
I still love this vine, but too much of a good thing can be a bad thing.
This is Bleeding Heart vine, Clereodendron thomasoniae. It is also called Glorybower.
It is one of my favorite vines.
I cut it back and feed it in early spring.
Then all it needs is sun and water.
Take cuttings to share with friends. These root easily in water.
It grows up its trellis and blooms all summer long.
My heart loves this Bleeding Heart vine.
Flower loves her Glorybower.
This Jackman Clematis should have five petals.
Petal numbers mean things in botany.
So when my clematis pulls the old switcheroo, I get a bit miffed.
Many blooms have four petals.
Some even have six petals.
I guess the Flower is going to have to go with the flow when it comes to this vine.
It’s beautiful, no matter the number.