Having already given the sunflowers their due here, I think it’s time to give a nod to the luscious moonflowers that blossomed this year.
I have a soft spot for moonflowers, yet for some reason this was the first year that I’ve tried to grow them at home since we lived in Austin. And that was twelve years ago. They did surprisingly well here in a large pot, though they did drink a lot of water.
One of the fondest, quirkiest memories of my childhood is of my cat, PhuPhu, and moonflowers that filled a wide, ample trellis in front of the farmhouse where we lived for many years. PhuPhu, a strikingly elegant black-and-white Persian we got when I was 3 years old, was strolling down the sidewalk. Above him, an impressively large moth was visiting the moonflowers when the sound of the cat approaching him caused him to start. As the moth flew away overhead, the cat reached up, over and down to form a perfect back flip in near slow motion–and then kept walking as if nothing had happened.
I’ve never seen anything quite like it.
In fact, I think that we shall grow moonflowers every year so that I can keep telling my son that story.