When I told one of the Firehouse 13 residents to look out for the morning glories, he said “Morning glories? I’m not awake in the morning.” The pink and purple morning glories and yellow gourd blossoms pop open for business in the early hours and then close up shop before some of us even get out of bed.
In addition to the early bloomers, I encountered another beauty this morning. Manny “Mystro” Barada installed a new butterfly sculpture that flutters between Green Zone and the handful of veg containers put out by Firehouse 13 residents. If the morning glory vines grow long enough to reach over, they will twist the night away around the new sculpture.
Through the din of today’s wild summer thunderstorms, I can hear the morning glories singing a little Cole Porter to the butterfly:
Like the drip drip drip of the raindrops
When the summer shower is through
So a voice within me keeps repeating
You, you, you
Night and day, you are the one
Only you beneath the moon or under the sun
Whether near to me, or far
It’s no matter darling where you are
I think of you
Day and night, night and day