Those few little seeds I planted several years ago bring me more and more morning glories every September. This year has been the best season ever. Even the UPS guy stopped in his tracks to ogle at their beauty. Mingled with scarlet roses it’s quite a show.
Morning glories light my path
as the day unfolds
Trumpets of majestic purple
and simmering pink
announce the end of summer
a surprising coda as the garden fades
a blessing to walk beneath
this arch of glowing flowers
I had the privilege of sailing on the San Francisco Bay with dear friends, John and Diane and their friend Bob, on their 41-foot sailboat, the Giselle, last week. I grew up in the Bay Area and had never gotten the opportunity before- in fact, I had never been sailing
We departed from the Brisbane Marina on a blistering hot 100-degree day with an audience of pelicans, cormorants, and gulls parked on the break of the marina as we left. The bay with its breezes offered welcome refuge from the heat, especially as we neared the Bay Bridge with its collision of currents and choppy waters. The Giselle tipped side to side from one 40-degree angle to the other as we tacked into the wind. This requires a lot of coordination and movement from the 3- person crew as the sail needs to be released and winched from side to side. I was merely ballast and shifted position from port to stern as the situation called. Oh yes, and I was the wench who held the wrench for the maneuvers.