MORNING GLORY


Imagine opening the gate into a magical garden where morning dew sparkles on flowering vines, morning glories climb curling ironwork as birds sing in the trees. You feel the serenity of the quiet space yet are invigorated by the colours and scents of the flowers. Here is a small piece of paradise.

I grew up with a phenomenal gardening mentor, my mother. I am privileged now, to have my own garden. Complete with trellises and of course, morning glories. I found the piece of ironwork and immediately saw the glass flowers that would “cling” to it. While cutting the glass I could not help but think of one of many favourite stories, Frances Hodges Burnett’s, “The Secret Garden”, and how as a young person I dreamed of having such a garden of my own. My own garden and those of my mother, many gardening friends not to mention famous public and private gardens I have visited provide me with inspiration as well as reference for my glass work.