I am digging way way deep in my archives to find something to post for this weekend, and this pretty lavender morning glory screamed for attention. I don't remember where I took the photo or where I saw it, but it is shown here now.
Soft and Pretty
I love those little water drops on this lavender morning glory. We had pure white morning glory flowers along our yard, and they come back every year growing wild along the fence, weaving themselves into the grape vines.
With coarse rice to eat, with water to drink, and my bended arm for a pillow - I have still joy in the midst of these things. Riches and honors acquired by unrighteousness are to me as a floating cloud.~~~Confucius~~~