Today is my seventieth birthday. Seventy is an unbelievable number of years. The number doesn’t compute in my head! So… today, I post whatever I like. I like my trumpet flower pictures. When I began this blog in January, the vine that covers the pergola was bare, gnarled and twisted bones. As it always does, it filled itself with lush green. Then, the trumpets started appearing everywhere along with the humming birds and the bees. Hundreds of bees. The vine is directly outside the screened porch where Rita and I spend a lot of time. The birds come too. Rita likes that although I don’t think she speaks their language … unless they understand, “Come here, Granny!”
I hope you like my interpretation of the wonderful Trumpet!
Nod to Shirley
I thought of you this morning, Shirley! The trumpets are for you. May your trumpeting call never be forgotten!