Glory of my morning

Morn glory

Native peoples of the lowlands of Mesoamerica used a cousin of this garden morning glory in converting rubber-tree sap into a version of what we’d recognize as rubber. Plant magic.

The little upright pods…I don’t know their name, or what we called them when I was a kid and we’d harvest and eat them…a citrus-like bit that I enjoyed. Not much substance, however.