Sunday, July 7, 2019

What's the story morning glory?

Even though the rainy is still going strong, it doesn't keep my family inside.  When my husband saw there was a morning glory festival going on, we decided to brave the rain.  Located in front of and inside Kishibojin Temple, the festival goes for 3 days every summer.


The morning glory is a common motif on yukata (traditional Japanese summer kimono-like outfit) and other traditional fabrics.  I, personally, have never really been a fan because I spent many summers pulling morning glory out of my grandparent's yard.  In the Pacific Northwest of the US, morning glory is an invasive weed.  In Japan, it is a beloved flower that is grown by elementary school children and celebrated in many forms of art.


Since the Edo period, people have gathered together in Iriya to celebrate the popular blooms.  One side of the street was lined with booth after booth selling potted morning glory in all sorts of sizes and colors.  The heavy mist lessened the visual appeal of the flowers just a bit because they really come out in the sunshine.  But it was still fun to see all the plants available for sale.


The other side of the street was filled with food booths.  Most of the food was typical festival food, like grilled squid, steamed potatoes with butter, and several types of grilled meat.  We were super excited to find smoked turkey legs.  They are not popular here, so it is always a treat to find them.

The temple was packed full of people lighting incense, saying prayers, purchasing morning glories, and buying hand towels, bags, or other morning glory merchandise. 


I was amazed at how many people were there buying flowers and eating in the rain.  It kept waffling between a heavy mist and light showers, but the rain did not stop.  It didn't seem to dampen the spirits of anyone in attendance.  I saw lots of people wearing morning glory attire.  It just added to the festive spirit.

I had a great time at the festival.  It was a great set up with lots of space for milling about and seeing everything there was to see.  Many times festivals are sort of cramped due to lack of space, but this one had just the right amount. 


I'd love to go back, just maybe not in the rain next time.

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