There's something very satisfying about growing flowering annual vines. In one short season, they're up, they scale the tallest thing they can grab hold of, then they burst into bloom. And you can have something entirely different next year.
I like the way they surprise me by poking out of nearby plants. I'm generally a very tidy gardener, but I cut the vines some slack, because they are so reliable as end of season color. Who am I to contain their enthusiasm. If they're happy, I'm happy.
Photo: © Marie Iannotti