The Glory of the Morning

Today I was walking to the office where my sister lets me use the extra computer. As I walked up the street, I saw the most beautiful morning glories, some in raspberry pink, some in blue. I stopped to take a picture of some, and a poem I learned in high school English came to my mind.

I can't recall the exact translation, but perhaps my memory and preference will give the world a new, creative take.

"A morning glory

Has wrapped herself around my bucket;

I'll ask my neighbor for water."

-Chiyo Uno

The day I heard it, somewhere along the academic school year of 2000, I remember getting misty-eyed and sentimental thinking of a Japanese haiku-ist, walking next door rather than kill a little flower that only lives for one day, anyway.  I found out today that the author was a woman and worked in art and fashion (maybe we'll have a blog about her, later).