Bubbling Up and Perseverance

For the past few weeks I have been having dreadful dreams. They're all rooted in my life somehow....like the one where I had a screaming fight with Michael Pollock and Phil Strang in the Record Service offices and Michael ended up firing me---and I cried and cried as I left because it turns out I was also pregnant and Ernie wasn't well. Or the one last night in which my sister Judi had died unexpectedly and I was in her house sorting through all her things...all her childhood pictures and jewelry, and walking the grounds around her house looking for her missing pets. Others have my parents in them, sometimes my father  has miraculously recovered from Alzheimer's, only to be struck down by something else. Over and over, every night for the past month. Sometimes I wake up just feeling devastated and it takes me a few moments to realize that it was a dream. 

It's odd. I'm feeling pretty good these days. I have a bit more energy, and although my back hasn't improved, I feel better overall. It's as though I'm feeling better physically and that's giving me the space underneath to have these other things bubbling up.

Bubbling up.

I can't figure these things out so I will ponder my morning glories instead. Morning glories are one of my most beloved of flowers, right up there with zinnias and nasturtiums. Some years I start them from seed but they can be slow so this year I bought some. Both of these were bought as (the all time classic) Heavenly Blue. Here they are, same morning, perhaps 12 feet apart, no editing....one plant blue, one plant purple....

My beautiful Sweet Autumn Clematis is going by but it was wonderfully, wonderfully fragrant while it was blooming. I also have Grandpa Ott's morning glories all over the place....little did I know when I planted it years ago that it can be something of a weed. I try not to begrudge its pushy tendencies though when I think about all the things I've planted that don't come back. Perseverance is a good trait, weediness, or no. And I guess that is what I am...a little weedy but perseverant.