a new morning glory

I believe that she's called Shiva.  There are, by now, a whole lot of Grandpa Ott blooms every morning, but this is Shiva's first appearance, and very delicately pretty she is, too.  We started to lament, at lunchtime, that the flowers never seem to last through the middle part of the day, and then it struck me, with a large Duh, that these plants are called Morning Glory for a reason.  It's a good job that we get up early ...