end of a long summer day

Today prompted my husband to quote frequently from "Grampa Simpson" as it was a day "not so much interesting as long." We spent the entire day from first light until supper time, waiting for plumbers who never came. "Tomorrow" they say.

To refresh my spirit I wandered outside a bit catching the last lingering fingers of sunlight on our lawn and on the creek.

Then I said good night to the pure white morning glories* as they folded up their petals for the evening.

*my best guess as to what these flowers are, if you have an alternative identification, please let me know!