It takes months of watching the vine grow and grow but show no sign of buds. At long last, a few weeks ago, we had our first blossom. Jim has been very faithful in remembering to water the plant--which means a trip downstairs with a full container of water. He has also been good about looking out for a blossom because if you don't get a glimpse of it at night, it is too late in the morning. The blossom will last one night and then wither and die.
The flowers are beautiful and have given us joy over the years. They shine brightly white in the moonlight and are aptly named. I hope we can enjoy them for another month until there is a fall frost.
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