![]() ![]() Most of the leaf surfaces are bare, rarely hairy, and the tip is rounded to pointed. The leaf blades are very variable, 5 to 13 cm (2.0 to 5.1 in) long, the shape is heart-, kidney- to egg-shaped, rounded or triangular and spear-shaped, the edge can be entire, toothed or often three to seven times lobed, cut or divided. The stems are usually crawling on the ground and form adventitious roots at the nodes. The plant is a herbaceous perennial vine, bearing alternate triangle-shaped or palmately lobed leaves and medium-sized sympetalous flowers. batatas are grown as ornamental plants under the name tuberous morning glory, and used in a horticultural context.ĭescription Flowers, buds, and leaves that look like morning glory Seeds The genus Ipomoea that contains the sweet potato also includes several garden flowers called morning glories, though that term is not usually extended to I. aquatica "kangkong"), but many are poisonous. batatas is the only crop plant of major importance-some others are used locally (e.g., I. Of the approximately 50 genera and more than 1,000 species of Convolvulaceae, I. The sweet potato is native to the tropical regions of the Americas. Although darker sweet potatoes are often referred to as "yams" in parts of North America, the species is not a true yam, which are monocots in the order Dioscoreales. Sweet potato is only distantly related to the common potato ( Solanum tuberosum), both being in the order Solanales. Cultivars of the sweet potato have been bred to bear tubers with flesh and skin of various colors. The young shoots and leaves are sometimes eaten as greens. Its large, starchy, sweet-tasting tuberous roots are used as a root vegetable. ![]() It was totally overstepping and why would Ezra want to hold his old man's hand.The sweet potato or sweetpotato ( Ipomoea batatas) is a dicotyledonous plant that belongs to the bindweed or morning glory family, Convolvulaceae. His eyes were still watery and there was a slight tremble in his hands. Ezra looked more likely to faint than Steven did. I'm fine." He didn't mention the ache in his nose and that he was struggling to breathe regularly from the pain. "It's going to be fine, dad." Ezra lingered by Steven's side. Colby had to stay in the car to find a better place to park, promising he'd meet up with them later. They obviously recognised him as they spoke very familiarly and Steven managed to get a private room to sit in. Twenty seven years ago, he walked up and down a hallway just like this with the best thing he'd ever made.Įzra spoke to somebody at the desk. The same plain walls, the same antiseptic smell, the same sound of scrubs crunching as nurses walked by. Although, all hospitals most likely did have the same design. The hospital looked just like the one Ezra had been born in. Ezra got out of the car and helped his dad out as if he had a much worse injury than a possibly broken nose. His little Ezra.Ĭolby pulled up outside the hospital. Every minute of those nine months, he'd spent holding his breath, waiting for whatever monster two horrible creatures like he and his wife would inevitably make.įor nine months, it was the worst mistake Steven had ever made. He wasn't made to be a father-he'd always known that-but it was expected of him. Steven had spent all nine months terrified. In regards to birth, it had been fairly easy, only took a few hours. Steven had spent the entire night of Ezra's birth walking up and down the hospital hallway with him in his arms. "What was that?"Įzra gave him one last pointed look before gazing into the rear view mirror again to look at his dad. "Shit your brains out from a bit of ice cream."Įzra turned towards him. "Fuck do you mean a little lactose intolerant?" Colby muttered quietly. "If you get to whine at me for being a little lactose intolerant, then I'll bitch at you as much as I want about your fear of blood." You're starting to sound like me."Įzra laughed, he kept an eye on his dad by staring at him though the rear view mirror. "Dad, don't look at the blood!" Ezra reached over from the passenger seat to push the tissues back onto Steven's face. His vision swirled and twisted the more he stared at the blood. His poor white shirt, freshly washed with his favourite floral scent. Blood was soaking through the white layers and a stray blood droplet and slipped past the tissue barrier, staining his hand and running down his forearm. Steven stopped staring at the roof of the car to dare to take a glance at the tissues stuffed against his face.
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