Sunday, March 11, 2012

A Day of Beauty

I have tried several times to get a Moonflower vine to grow here in Hawaii, and I've never had much success before. I've had several that never grew at all; and the last batch I planted* grew, bloomed, and went to seed during my six-week trip to the mainland last fall...less-than-stellar planning on my part, I admit. Not to be deterred, I gathered the seeds from my already-done-blooming plants and threw them into a pot in my front yard. Well, my persistence (and better timing) has finally paid off! Yesterday afternoon, this beautiful, all-white blossom surprised me with a mid-afternoon opening. I didn't think it would bloom until the night, but what do I know? It has been pretty cloudy and dreary here, so maybe it was just confused.

Later that night it got rained on...

This morning, it appears to be on it's way out.

No worries though; it looks like another one's on its way!

What I'm Reading Now-The Night Circus: A Novel

The Night Circus: A Novel by Erin Morgenstern-This book has recently been long-listed for the 2012 Orange Prize for Fiction, and I can see why. I loved it. I loved the world that was created within the book--beautiful, magical, visually evocative. I want to visit Le Cirque des Réves (The Circus of Dreams), this black and white circus that appears in the middle of the night with it's ever-burning cauldron of fire. I want to see the illusions that the magicians create, night after night, building upon each other's magic. I want to attend a Midnight Dinner at Chandresh Cristophe Lefèvre's mansion. I want to see all the impossible clockworks that Herr Thiessen creates. I want a dress like Celia's, that changes color to complement my nearest companion...I want to see the magic.

When I read the Harry Potter books as an adult, I was glad that they weren't around when I was a child, because I know I would have spent my entire life waiting for an owl to deliver my invitation to Hogwarts and my whole school experience would have been even more disappointing than it was. (I blame "Grease" and "Dirty Dancing" for an exceptionally disappointing high school experience.) Anyway, now that I have read The Night Circus, I'm pretty sure that I will always be on the lookout for the black-and-white striped tents that announce the mysterious arrival of Le Cirque des Réves. And if I ever find it, you can bet I'm goin' in!