This flower is a pure wonder. The oxymoron of its name juxtaposing ‘midnight’ with ‘morning’ expresses how striking this romantic bloom is. Its adorable trumpet-shaped flowers proclaim magic as their ultra violet hues, which contrast against the full daylight sun in which they open, mesmerize the mind’s eye. The mystical violet is streaked with lines of shooting-star pink, which meet in the middle forming a silver star that in turn lights up the whole bloom, like a faerie’s lantern in the narrow, secretive centre. This glow draws you in, inspires your curiosity, but you are never quite able to hear the secret deep in the glowing heart of the poetry-exuding trumpet. Perhaps the bumblebees can. They are after all invited to the heart of each flower, to sip up their nectar, and carry away with them the secret soul of the flower. They buzz with their whispers, their stories, their passions – of which we as humans can only imagine.
This is why I felt truly lucky when one morning recently, I found three bewitching sisters of morning glory singing out of the old hurricane lantern hung against the brick wall in my back garden. The sight was just delightful. The shadowiness of the corner along with the colours of the old lantern which had a classic, fairground feel, enriched the morning glories’ breath with even more mystery and excitement.