The Blue Dawn flower/Ipomoea indica is also known as the Ocean blue Morning Glory or Blue Morning Glory. Although its origin is uncertain it has spread throughout the tropical world. The site for Indian flowers www.flowersofindia.net has more facts and pictures of this beautiful plant.
I got my plant in January this year. Found it blooming in the wild and helped myself to the purple bounty. It has turned out to be a prolific bloomer and there's always some insect on the blooms which makes it more interesting!
Early in the mornings the blooms are a deep purple with pink lines. But as the sun climbs higher the blooms turn a lighter shade till it's almost pink.
Let's curl up and die!
This is the colour that the blooms turn into--in the afternoon.
I was happy to be able to get an insect which made no attempt to fly away after my first shot.
Coming back to check on it later I was shocked to see the half- eaten bloom!! Ouch!
With a pair of tweezers I sent it to kingdom come, er..... across the road, to the swamp. Hopefully, it must have discovered more attractions there and I haven't seen it since!!
Just as I was wondering how bees get so much pollen on their backs, as if to prove a point, I saw this bee going inside the bloom!
Emerging...point noted, Mr. Carpenter!
What a find! Caught this skipper right inside the bloom!
This morning glory will be a constant here. For support I've used an old iron window-frame. It has turned out to be a no-fuss plant. Just the usual watering and manure (once in a while). Soon I'll have to trim it to keep it in check. But for now, I'm enjoying the blooms and all the insects who stop by.
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau