The moonflower has finally bloomed! I cannot even begin to
share with you how excited I am about this.
The moonflower is the highlight of
my summer garden. This is how I feel (If you don't have time to watch the whole thing cue to minute 4 and a half and watch Mr. Wilson's face . . .):
These pure white
flowers open around dusk, with a sweet clean soap smell that attracts the most
unique of characters. I can often be found comingling with the mosquitoes and
moths around the hours of dusk, cold beer or iced water in hand, waiting
patiently.
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| The first moonflower of the season. |
I am waiting for many things, for the flowers to slowly open their
soft petals to face the night sky, for the scent to waft into my nose, but
mostly for the hummingbird moth to make their appearance. These moths, large in size with pink stripes on their wings
and a nose tight as a corkscrew until unwound a mile long to sniff the sweet
pollen of the moonflower. Magnificent creatures. I plant my moonflower each
year just to see these boys appear in swarms, attracted to the nighttime like
vampires.
I haven’t seen one yet this season, but I’m still there
every night stooped on my back porch waiting for the next bloom to attract the
most wonderful of visitors. I have seen this little guy creeping along and the big daddy the next day.
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| Tiny little Anole |
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| Mack Daddy |
And on a sad note, the pumpkin died. Dry rotted it seemed.
Still on the search to find the real culprit.
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