Howard has succumbed to the idea of the Ukrainian morning glory, mainly because I ‘accidentally’ scattered seed among the near-failing tear peas. The peas have, happily, since dramatically recovered. Delicate white flowers are promising pods.
The plan is the morning glory will cover any still-struggling ‘wigwams’ with cascades of deep purple bloom. Elsewhere, our French beans are steadily climbing. Flowers here, too, are promising fruit. I soak all roots regularly in liquid feed. I whisper constant encouragement.
