The heart shaped one is also going strong, but no blooms there either.
But while I wait and anticipate Morning Glory blooms I bide my time, smelling the Passion Flowers...
"Oh, cut me reeds to blow upon,
Or gather me a star,
But leave the sultry passion-flowers
Growing where they are.
I fear their sombre yellow deeps,
Their whirling fringe of black,
And he who gives a passion-flower
Always asks it back.