This is the most morning glory I've seen so far this year.
The morning glory that was seen in previous years has not seen any trace of morning glory, not even the vine of morning glory. Somehow it disappeared en masse. I hope they are not missing, just late.
The color of this morning glory is something I've never seen before—a pink rose red. The red morning glory seen before is slightly purpled. I prefer this pure rose red.
This morning glory is particularly lively, with stems crawling all over the fence, and inside the fence is a vegetable garden. The petals of the morning glory are light as silk and the flowers are large. The breeze blows, the flowers tremble, and the wind is so beautiful.
Because there were high-voltage poles near the fence wall, it was a safety obstacle and did not dare to go over to take close-ups. Standing in the distance, I watched silently for half a day before I sadly left. I want to see morning glory up close, and I want to be able to have a few seeds of morning glory of this color.
The field is quiet, there are few pedestrians, and occasionally there are farmers working in the field. In the vast green, the sound of chickens and dogs can be heard.
I actually saw that the honeysuckle was still blooming, and at this time, most of the honeysuckle had completed the mission of blooming and rested. The aroma of honeysuckle also fascinates me. Take one flower, put it in the mask, and breathe in the breath, all of which are the fragrance of honeysuckle.
A few grasses bloom exceptionally beautifully, orange-red. The flowers are large and the flower stems are graceful. The flowers and leaves are clean and dusty.
There are few pomegranate flowers left, and between the green branches and leaves, there are many small pomegranates hanging down. Underage pomegranate, cute and cute.
- Essay on the first makeup
