A New Day

was that morning glory seeds? did anyone here try them? I remember hearing about bananas, but I was never desperate enough, (see preceeding history) and besides,naked,bagpipe playing,scooter trash doesn't seem to evoke a need for seed

There are wedding bells growing on the bars covering my living room window.  

Road Yacht: How do you "try" morning glory seeds?  Do you use them for tea, or bake them in brownies?

If I toldja, I'd be sentenced for sure...but I can tell you this with out fear,"ooooh" (that doesn't pertain to morning glory seeds, just ooooh)

This new day is Friday the 13th! I see morning glories every day on my walks. I get to see them in all their glory and at the end of the day when they close up.
 
Road Yacht, I know kids who tried smoking morning glory seeds, bananas, oregano, anything they could get their hands on. I was never so desperate to get high.
 
Julia, first I was thinking, bars on your living room window? Then I remembered that you live in NYC. How nice that you have flowering vines to pretty up the bars.

JAne, all the bars I visit have windows...and some have flowers....and some even have real flowers....

We have a HUGE collection of Morning Glories and Honeysuckle growing out on the side of the Shop ... Always cheerful looking, sweet scented, and a pleasure to see first thing in the morning ... And they do their thing, totally unattended ....... What a Blessing, what a contrast to dulled Adobe and all the Rust .......

Good morning Eli, Julia, Jane and Ivan! Dont you all ever sleep? Do you know what comes after Friday the 13th?
 
Why! Its Saturday the 14th of course! I've just gotten home from work and its been a rather wet week, still, rain is much needed. From what I know those of you in mid-USA have been sufferering the heat, your west coast is cold, what about the East coast Julia?
 
Here's a poem for friday the 13th....
 
TRISKAIDEKAPHOBIA
 
If you're triskaidekaphobic, then this is your big day,
A day designed for triskaidekaphobics, so they say,
Is BLACK FRIDAY. The thirteenth. So watch out what you do,
Or triskaidekaphobia could be the death of you.
 
Be very, very careful of what you undertake,
The consequences could be dire. The decision that you make
Should have no element of risk. For surely you're aware,
That this if Friday, the thirteenth. Take very special care.
 
Not that I'm susceptible to silly superstition,
But some folk are. So my advice: "Consider your position.
It may be just some oldwives' tale, but you just watch your back.
Don't cross your knives upon your plate. Don't step upon a crack.
 
Don't go too close to mirrors. Those shiny sheets of glass
May crack, and cause misfortune. So shun them when you pass.
Of course, this means no mirror when you go to shave your chin,
So keep a basin near at hand to do your bleeding in.
 
Don't walk beneath a ladder, you may get splashed with paint.
For on Black Friday, the thirteenth, fortunate you ain't.
And be alert, and look around for black cats on this day.
For bad results are forecast, if one should cross your way.
 
If salt is spilled, then take a pinch, and toss it down your back,
Some say it will protect you from Black Friday type attack.
All your friends will laugh and jeer. But you'll say: "That's alright,
I only have to keep it up 'til twelve o'clock, to‑night."
 
And just consider what you say. The person that you're rude to,
May be a special kind of witch. The kind that I allude to
Can turn you into cabbages, or make you very poor.
Remember. This is Friday, the thirteenth. I said before,
 
That triskaidekaphobia, (the terror of thirteen)
Is very rife, this day of days. A pretty dreadful scene.
So watch yourself in traffic, in the kitchen, everywhere.
For triskaidekaphobics, there is danger in the air.
 
Ah! Triskaidekaphobia  I just learned the word today.
And from here on in, I'll try to find excuses, just to say
Triskaidekaphobia. It just rolls off the tongue.
I'll say it daily, and enjoy the pleasure that it brung.
 
I'll buy a lottery ticket, and I'll call it: Triskaidek.
And when it wins, I'll take it all in cash, and not by cheque.
And really, I don't believe in luck, when all is done and said,
But just the same. Black Friday. I think I'll stay in bed.

I like the word brung you don't see that often

 
 
Funny RY. The bouquet in bars that I'm familiar with isn't fresh flowers.
 
SF, 13 is my lucky number...if I believed in luck...but I like 13 and always like Friday the 13ths.
 
Calif. central coast highs around 75, lows around 55. Coldest summer in 40 years, but except for too many foggy days, the weather is wonderful.
 
Good morning Ivan. Honeysuckle is still a favorite and I just love it when I encounter it on my walks. I'll pick a few flowers to savor the nector. taking me back to my childhood every time.
 
One of the choices for "So what's your specialty?" is raking. A few years ago I was hearing the oddest sounds from the next door neighbor. At all hours of the day and night too. I couldn't figure out what it was until I finally saw the man raking his driveway, then his walkway, then his yard. It was a very Zen activity, I think, for him. Once I knew what the sound was, I hardly ever noticed it anymore.

I was excited about seeing the Perseids tonight, especially because the moon is crescent, so its light wouldn't interfere but the sky is fogged in, so I can't see a thing. So disappointing. I hope some of you are fortunate enough to see the celestial fireworks.

Jane~ the sound of OCD...and the ritual hand washing before each rake-touch...why, if I didn't have to wear my lucky underwear when I buy my Lottery tickets, I wouldn't understand at all...

RY, yes, OCD it could be.  I'm sure you're no rake....but, bars, gambling on the lottery...lucky underwear? like Mormons? Have you won the lottery yet? If not, then maybe it's time to change the underwear.

It is a Glorious Morning. All the couch-potato kids will be taking a sudden interest in country walks because those funny little mushrooms are popping up in the fields. At least the effect is benign.
Road Yacht~ the past tense of bring SHOULD be brung.They just messed around with it to make bad spellers worry about bought/brought.
janej78~ I've seen pictures of exquisite Japanese gardens where different textures, sand, gravel, pebbles are raked to form patterns. It's high-maintainance art.
My garden has plenty of the evil Convolvulus bindweed. It's a thug of a plant, unless apprehended early on, it will strangle & suffocate its host. I have seen the lovely blue ones - what an intense colour. Never did try the seeds.
Ex Number 2 was on medication that had a long list of things not to eat - that included banana skin. I'd forgotten the tale that you could get high on banana skins, the Africans used to ferment banana, skins & all into a very potent beer & party all night.

Somebody said Honeysuckle ~ on a still evening, the scent hangs under the trees in the woodland & seeps out into my garden. I can't wait to get those freshly laundered honeysuckle scented sheets & pillowcases onto my bed. Not ironed .... it spoils the aroma.

I love flowers, I love Fridays, I love hot tea in the morning, I love waking up to the Eye.................. Have a most wonderful day all............... JANE....... I wish we had your weather............... down here in Mississippi it has been a rotisserrie w/ no end in sight...........
 
 
One more week until "Piranha 3D"............. dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun dun...............
 
bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahaha.....................

Morning glories ran riot on a trellis and over a small barn behind mon chateau in North Idaho many years ago. In the summer, their purple flowers greeted me at the start of every new day. They were there when the sun rose over the mountians and stayed with us until it set into the Palouse hills. I loved the way they contrasted with the rough, weathered look of the barn boards. They are burned into my memories, all tied up with my children and a land I had to leave behind. There's something to be said for having flowers form such a large part of your remembering. Children and toys and morning glories - we should all be so lucky. Told my wife that we must have morning glories at our new house in Mass; she's obliging me. We just have to keep them away from the veg garden.

Are morning glories a noxious weed, useful folk medicinal, recreational drug or beloved garden ornament?

As with all things, point of view counts.

Here, they manage to survive the farmers' endless war against them. One cannot find their seeds for sale at the local feed n seed. The beautiful clear blue, found in most wild varieties here, is a rare color especially in late summer, and probably accounts for their popularity with some gardeners.

"Water spinach" a popular traditional food in SE Asia is a morning glory.

Although not an advocate of the use of " recreational drugs", it find it offensive that the state and federal governments see it fit to prohibit the cultivation and use of members of the plant kingdom when the good Lord specifically gave them to us for our use.

Hazel, persons sensitive to latex are advised not to eat bananas.

"Bushes"?

Is that a technical term for shrubs?

Been Jammin'~ Take care, they are pernicious weeds and will grow from a half inch bit of carelessly disgarded root. So you can transplant them accidentally by having some in the mud on your boots. Systemic Weedkiller Rules, OK?
 

Another gardening topic? I'm in trouble today. I think I'd better sit this one out until the conversation turns to food as it invariably does.

I woke up this morning with the sun shining through the bedroom window, so I left James sleeping and crept downstairs made a cup of coffee, sat on a bench outside smelling the wild flowers and listening to the birds, WOW it's GREAT to be alive. Happy Friday Everyone.

Miss Blue, are you referring to weeds that turn to flowers in your mind? Because it was only recently that our wunnerful gov'ment has labeled tobacky as a drug,and taxed it heavily,rather than make it illeagle,and still subsidizes the growers...how nutz is that?

I have weeds,indig weeds, growing in a circle,and my herd of squirrles plants the seed of whatever they are eating ,there,and consequently, there are things growing that were not planted. I can't even see the bird bath in the center any longer. Zuccs have taken over lately, and I have to keep choppin at them when they leave the circle- they seem to be winning

good morning all!   hope everyone has a great friday! 

A weed is just a flower growing where you don't want it. Thistles are the national flower of Scotland and the rest of us despise the blighters. Ah...perspective.

Good morning!  What a week!  So busy since last Sunday that I hardly had time to come online.  I've miss all of you!
 
I'm so glad it is Friday and in regards to today's topic, I like seeing random morning glories twining their way along roadsides when I drive out in the country, but when I was picking strawberries in June, I cursed them for how they'd ensnared the strawberry plants to the point that I couldn't get down to the base of the strawberries to harvest the scarlet goodness hiding down there. 
 
June was for Strawberries, July for Blueberries, and August is Sweet Corn, Peaches, and Tomatoes.  I ordered 12 dozen ears of sweet corn from a local farmer, and it was supposed to arrive tomorrow morning, because I'm off work Saturday and can spend the whole day processing it for the freezer.  It arrived last night around 7pm.  So I was up past midnight husking and blanching what I could (about 4 dozen ears got done on our small stove), and stashing the remaining 8 dozen ears in the refrigerator for the Darling Man and my kids to husk today while I'm at work, and I'll blanch that tonight and bag up the cobs for the freezer. 
 
Lots of effort in the short term, but I'm really going to appreciate being able to pull out a bag of corn-on-the-cob next February and taste a bit of summer in the midst of a snowstorm!
 
 I'll be canning peaches next week, and tomatoes....  My pantry shelves will look like a jewelry box full of topazes and rubies!

This is the first time since I have been married that I have a garden, I assume it is mostly weeds or rather as I prefer to call them wild flowers. This morning we had a neighbour drop by with a welcome basket of fruit and vegetables and he also produced a bottle of his own wine, so of course we had to try it and compliment him, anyway the basket contains items that I honestly do not have a clue as to what they are, or how to cook them, so have sent my husband into town to buy some books so we can get "up to speed'.

My neighbor planted Jasmine to grow up onto her deck and it has taken over sort of like HAZEL said with the Morning Glory plants. Now we can't get rid of it. Guess I'll have to get a systemic spray. The stuff is coning up everywhere, in the peonies, the lilies, the lilac bush, everywhere.

One person's weed is another person's showy flower. And they make wine from dandelions....

Penny H~ What an adventure to have a mystery basket of fruit & veg! And a garden - it's going to be a bit different than living in London.
Rhyselle~ I remember that nice autumn feeling of gloating over a pantry-full of things in jars, strings of onions & garlic, barrels of potatos, freezer packed full, log-store piled up to the roof. And demi-johns of country wines burping gently -

Miss Blue~ I always do a double-take when people call shrubs bushes. How are you supposed to keep a straight face when a lady says she's off down the garden to trim her bush?

My husband came back with the books and he bought me a pretty dress with flowers on, awwwwwwwwwwww bless him :-)

There is no glory, morning or otherwise, in bindweed.  Stuff doesn't even bloom.  It could at least have the decency to do that....

Bert~ I used to be one of the "they" who made wine from Dandelions. & all sorts of flowers & fruits. It's a great hobby with a good reward as a result. The occasional batch tastes like cat pee, but we all make mistakes.

never have had the de-stinked pleasure of tasting cat pee. I think I'll wait on that, ok?

From- We Didn't Mean It Vineyards:
The Calico '99
An unpretentious little tart, it enters on pussycat feet, overtones of tuna, mouse and a bit of uric acid zing at the back of the palate.
No known repeat purchasers.

Wait on that, indeed. That's what I was referring to,  always the same thing.  Oh well. Now:  you are on your toes, with that comment about brung.  And you're right, you don't see it often, but when you do, it is worthy of note........  Cukoo my friend, hi hello bonjour and so forth.  Isn't it a loverly Friday the 13th? I think it is, too. hugs your way...

I have, somewhere, honest, an (empty) bottle of an Australian white wine labelled Cat Pee on a Gooseberry Bush. My son spotted it & bought (brung) me a whole case for my bithday one year. That's my boy.......

are us girls jealous of Penny H? Lucky lady - a hubby that's sent out to buy books & comes home not only with the books but also a pretty new frock for his beloved. Bet he even got the size right. They don't make them like that anymore.

HAzel~ I'm sure they still make frocks in that size...just got Peterman manual and it is in there, to be sure

 
 
 
Stoney
Have you been in the catnip, again?
 
 
 
 
 
Hello cuukoo!

Road Yacht~ Naughty, you know fine well I was talking about men, not frocks. OK, so my syntax wasn't great. In my experience, unsupervised men buying womens clothing are a bit incompetent. I bet you anything Heathcliff got it right. Penny H - does your new dress fit?
 
 

RoadYacht~ Maybe I'm being over-sensitive

oops, wrong key. BUT I think you should apologise to Penny. For all we know she's drop-dead gorgeous & she certainly is in her husband's opinion.

HAzel,Penny,and all lurkers to whom it was offensive: sorry

Thanks RY~ XXX

Bebe, I was raised in Memphis and even spent a couple of summers in Hernando, Mississippi...so I know that weather well and don't miss it one bit. I feel for you.
 
Miss Blue, I didn't know that about bananas. I use banana peels to rub on minor blemishes, cuts, wens etc. ...works like magic. ...the inside of the peel. ...

Methinks the EyE has turned into a global badminton game without nets, borders and no one even thinks of keeping any kind of score...... just swattin' the shuttlecock so that it doesn't hit the ground and tons of laughter while trying to accomplish just that.... ..............and I likes it. 

I've always admired (too weak of a word to describe the feeling and too weak of a mind to come up with a better word right now......two weaks make a fortnight don'tcha know) old vine covered brick walls and fences as well as stop signs and mailbox posts covered in morning glories.

Anyroads..... I've got a twisted wrought iron tree in my back yard (I've also got several real trees around the house too) that's close enough to the back door so that I can fill the bird feeders in the middle of winter in my bare feet without getting frostbit and it won't grow roots under the house that end up, uninvited mind you; in the basement.

Well to make an already too long and uninteresting story a bit shorter....... which is what happens when I try to force myself to stay on topic............. I plant morning glory seeds every year at the base of this faux tree which otherwise seem to flourish everywhere else they are welcomed, but have never so much as sprouted or broken the surface beneath my wrought iron tree. I think they are suspect of the wrought iron tree.

On the other hand..... every bit of dropped and undigested bird seed always grows into something that's hale and hardy.....but just not very morning glory.

Ok...... carry on...

After a road trip of 7 days to Atlanta/Columbia, SC/Charlotte/Asheville/Knoxville/Nashville and nearly to the Bama line/ I am saying adieu to morning thoughts & glories and moving on to barefoot afternoons and beer thirty cogitations after giving Saint Christopher kudos for safe travels. My Infiniti displayed the outside temp as 103 in the Mid South. This is Tennessee Williams material. 

the thespian train should be decorated tonight in morning glories, we can make it morning all night long. 
 
hello miss blue!  what's fresh from the garden for tonights menu? where is penn?

I have suddenly aquired the magic powers to be able to melt ice, with mind power alone!!!  I perfected this skill,just moments ago, with an empty lemonade glass that still had a remaining ice cube,and before I could turn the page in my magazine, that powerful part of my mind that controls the universe around me had all but made that entire cube of frozen water vanish! Amazing! I must go inside and refill this glass with ice and try this again!

cuukoo1... consider it done.....the glories of morning have turned every car into a trellis with windows to the world and they thrive on moon beams too as they are an adaptable species....

peter lake..they will be super charged with the residual meteor showers that we should be able to see again tonight ! hey!

I just had a banana skin memory  - an emergency shoe-shine  is the inside of a banana peel. It works, I promise, Try it tomorrow.
 

Peter Lake~ I have the same problem with Welsh Poppies Mecanopsis Cambrica, if you want to be technical, that seed themselves all over the place. If I collect seed & sow it where I want it, will they grow? Hell NO!

Yeah, now people come to mention it, where is penn?  And a few other people who have kept below the radar recently.

CUUKOO................ hulloooooooooooooooooooo............. so good to seeeeeeeee youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..................... I loves me some meteor showers......... and dance by the light of the moon......................
 
PENNY......... a man who buys his love a frock is a man who rocks.................
 
JANE.......... ahhh, so as you are boasting about being chilly you have know I have been roasting.............cruel woman.............. if you ever come this way we'll go to Memphis & eat some ribs.............mmmmmmmmmmmmmm..........................................
 
HAZEL.........I am picturing you buffing shoes w/ a banana.......... I am laughing.........
 
PL........... really lovely post............ makes me think of fall & winter.............
 
PARK........... mysterious post, I am pondering the meaning of life.................

JANE...... shaking my head in shame.......Known..... w/ the last n attached.........

For those who may remember me...."Hi" I am back!!!!!!
And....for those who do not remember me...."Hi"! : )

ah Bebe, while it is wonderful here, (59 at the moment) I didn't mean to crow. I know people who wouldn't trade the heat and humidity. They love it. I did say I feel for you...doesn't that count?...or is that on a par with...I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you? No shame, just a simple omission...I knewn what you meant. I am biased when it comes to BBQ and still think Memphis has the best, so I'll take you up on that.
 
Stoney... paws for thought.....1:59 is so clever. 
 
Hi La Donna, welcome back.
 
Cuukoo...another fogged in night sky for me....I guess I just won't see the heavenly display this year.

My ears are burning ... It could be the hot August evening, but I think it is because Ms Cuukoo (the ONE and only) has found "the boots"?!?

(heading to the Club car for the GRAND company)

Best,

Penn

PEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.......................... watch out for ............PIRANHAS............they are coming..................

JANE.......... 59....... have you no shame woman????? Flaunting your weather like some fine man w/ secrets.................

3D Pirahnas!......... ordering my tickets on Fandando as we speak.....

Gosh, I saw Jane....59....and wondered how you knew I was 59 in my photo.....just a mental lapse...momentary I hope.  I have a friend who cringes whenever I say my age...I am as old as I am so why not...but this friend doesn't think anyone should ever tell. But oh yes, the weather!