Trumpets On The Pergola

The Carolina Trumpet

From my chair on the porch, I can see the trumpets.  They hang down almost to waist level as I walk the path to Boy’s house.  When we took our spring walk in the garden, I promised that the Carolina Trumpet Vine would be filled with coral trumpets by summertime.  I think it has outdone itself this year.  Blossoms continually appear and fall arranging themselves into surprising and delightful patterns on everything around the pergola.  I only noticed the two bees who came to breakfast after I looked at the photographs!

The trumpets fall and sit softly among the plants as if they are arranging themselves in a vase to please whoever is sitting there.  They fall while they are still in perfect form.  They are making way for the bean that will grow out of the center of the base of the trumpet blossom.

I think they are making mulch for the staghorn fern by design.

Last night, it rained.  There was a lovely carpet of blossoms on the pergola floor, on the path, and around the outside of the pergola.  Some of the bases of the blossoms fall too.  Usually, they remain on the vine stem to grow a bean.  My artsy photos showed them still on the stems.

When I sit under the hanging vines filled with blossoms, I am fascinated by them.  I am always snapping photos.  It is impossible to choose one to post.  I would like to post all of them!   I don’t remember having enjoyed the trumpets quite as much as I have this year.  I sit on my porch and watch the bees and the hummingbirds and even the flies lapping up the sticky goodness inside the trumpets.  An occasional butterfly comes along too.

If you aren’t paying attention when you walk around the pergola, you are likely to walk right into a clump of hanging blossoms!

I enjoy the way the light through the pergola top plays on the fallen blossoms and on the ones hanging through the roof.

I’ll tell you a secret if you promise not to tell my children.  The trumpets whisper to me.  They say, “Take it pit-ture”.  When my daughter was a baby, she sat on her papa’s lap and begged him to “daw it pit-ture!” on her foot.  He drew funny faces, always the same, on the soles of her little feet.  She delighted in the game.

Rita is sitting among the trumpets at the old house.  This vine is different from the one at the new house.  It was covered in an unbelievable mass of blossoms once each year.  The foliage was different and the blossoms were more coral-colored and smaller than the Carolina Trumpet.  While that vine was invasive, the stems were much smaller and broke away easily.  They attached themselves by tendrils that were not so destructive or hard to remove.  The foliage was a deep green like a shrub compared to the small-leaf Carolina trumpet that has a very different, lacy leaf configuration.

The blossoms appear by the hundreds and fall in equal numbers.  Romero cleans up the spent blossoms once a week, but there is always a carpet of them again the next time he comes.  Sometimes, I’m tempted to tell him to leave them.  But, I know that nobody else would appreciate the look of a few inches of dead blossoms covering everything.  When I look down at the fallen ones, I am always struck by the varied palette of hues, shades and tones.

I have no idea where this little bird bath came from, but it collects Boy’s stuff and blossoms!  No birds bathe there.  Maybe because I forget the water?

The Carolina Trumpet is a moody girl.  Her blossoms are a soft pink color in early evening and brighter coral in the mid-day sun.  They change appearance with the changing light.   She  actually looks as of she’s drawing up within herself under the blazing sun.  When it is evening again, she relaxes and spreads herself to take in the moisture and enjoy the coolness of the night.   By morning, she is happily swaying her blossom-laden arms to offer a nectar breakfast to the waiting bees.  Do you see the lone bee in the photograph?

I suppose I should apologize for boring you once again with my trumpets.  I cannot resist, however.  You will just have to forgive me.  I hope you enjoyed the pictures.  I wish each one of you could sit with me for coffee on the porch in the early morning and see her dressed in her lovely blossoms!

44 Comments on “Trumpets On The Pergola

    • Oh, I do appreciate that! I am seventy and have a tremor in my right hand so it is difficult for me to focus my full-frame Nikon. I found a Panasonic Lumix LX5 which is a tiny little camera (comparatively) but it has vibration reduction built into the camera and it has a Leica lens. I get sharper images with it than I do with the Nikon D300. Look at Lemony Shot’s blog. She only uses the LX5. You will be amazed at what she does with it. 🙂
      So nice to hear you say that my images are good. Thank you.

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    • Well, Richard, I’m an accidental photographer if there ever was one. Shaky and half-blind in the sun with my cataracts. I just love the old vine and the ecosystem that she fosters right there in my pergola not more than ten feet from my seat on the screened porch where I live a great portion of my life. It’s a lovely world that’s worlds removed from the noise overload we call our lives here. Thank you for your kindness. I see you around and I enjoy your comments. Small world, huh? 🙂

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    • Thank you, Happiness! I like it here. I live with two dogs, a parrot named Rita, a dwarf African frog, and a cool chinchilla named Che! I am seventy years old so I do whatever I like. 🙂 Your Gravatar tells me that you are a pretty girl. And your comment tells me that you are thoughtful and nice too. Thank you for taking the time to leave such a kind comment.

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      • That’s just lovely! I live with chickens and ducks myself, but just let the reptiles and frog out of my sight. Hideous, I’m telling you. Or maybe it’s just my phobia? And aww, thank you, George. You are beautiful yourself, anyone who gets the love of Pops, and boy, and the rest of the gang simply is – no arguments. 😉

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        • Oh, Child, you read my blog! That makes me happy. Chickens are my favorites! I want some black silkie chickens, but the community where I live won’t allow it. 😦 I had a huge white duck as a kid. He went to the little store next door to beg for treats. I adored him! Thank you, Happiness Child! 🙂

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    • Thank you, Colline! I just saw your comment. I hope you are having a wonderful vacation. Snap lots of photos for us while you’re gone! 🙂

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  1. Beautiful photos, George…I’d love to sit there with you under the vines and flowers…would smell so pretty and have such interesting guests to watch as they visit in their moments. So pretty.

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    • Thanks, Scott. I have so enjoyed that trumpet vine! I wish you could sit with me and have coffee in the morning when she looks so pretty. My daughter designed the landscaping and chose that vine. It’s some new variety that is terribly invasive, but Romero keeps it from covering the whole place! I made a new blog for my odd photos and it’s fun. The Fuzzy Foto… 🙂

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      • What a nice morning that would be…and your daughter did very well in choosing the vine…. I will check-out your Fuzzy Foto blog and see what kind of fun you’ve been having. 🙂

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    • Thank you, Myra. Why I follow you and visit once in a blue moon? I know you. And I am so tickled and smiling every time I go there. Lord, how I could have used you as a fellow social worker eons ago. What fun you would have been. I love what you do. Black humor sustains us all. 🙂

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  2. Beautiful sequence George. 🙂 No need to apologize. Sometimes we need to blow our own trumpet. Sorry, could not resist that one. 😀

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  3. Some stunningly beautiful photos there, George. I just loved the two with the bees and the one with Rita, and that other one with all the beautiful flowers and… Oh, there are just too many! You spoiled us with all of these in one post. I’m quite dazzled!

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  4. I love the airborne bee in the first picture, and Rita! She looks like she is in her element…beautiful!

    elisa

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    • I can’t see well enough to know there is a bee there until I see it on a photo! Really. Forget framing a photo. I point in the general direction! Rita loves being outside with me. She used to go all the time at the old house, but there are hawks flying over our house here. One could swoop down and get her before I could react. Sometimes, I take her out under the pergola where they can’t see her. I made myself a photo blog! I wanted some place to dump photos that I like so I made one called “The Fuzzy Foto. That covers my actual fuzzy fotos. I didn’t want to mislead anybody who stumbled by… 🙂
      Thanks, Elisa.

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  5. I’m jealous of your beautiful yard. The trumpets remind me of the purple jacaranda blossoms that carpet the sidewalks and cars that park under them. I love the flowers on the ground almost as much as the ones on the trees so I guess you have one fan of a carpet of dead flowers.

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    • I love dried flowers. I’m trying to think of a way to dry these at the right time before they shrivel up into brown sticks. I know it can be done. We would be happy with the ladies in Grey Gardens … except you couldn’t feed me cat food pate! 🙂 I have just wallowed in the beauty of the blossoms this year. I suppose the vine is trying to redeem herself for forcing apart the wood on the pergola. I told her not to worry. I’ll be long dead by the time she finishes the job! Thanks for visiting and enjoying my trumpets!

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  6. Rita the Diva looks great admist the flowers..beautiful shots and i just love reading your write ups…they would make great illustrated nature story books
    you have a beautiful Garden George, and am glad you shared,loved the post 🙂

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    • I’m glad you enjoyed it, Soma. I love sitting on my porch and watching the Trumpets sway in the breeze and change their faces every day! I don’t do “nature” since I got old. I was a regular wood sprite when I was a kid. I’m glad you like my folksy little comments too. As Jerry Weintraub said, “You’ll know I’m dead when I stop talking”! 🙂

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    • That Rita. She liked the trumpets. This foto was blown out because of the Texas SUN. 🙂 I liked it anyway. I just created a new blog called The Fuzzy Foto! And, somebody liked it. Ha Ha Now, I have a place to post my fuzzy fotos! 🙂
      Thanks, Naomi!

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  7. I would come over right now If I could, to enjoy your beautiful trumpets George! Gorgeous photos, especially the one with Rita.

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    • I wish you could come over right now! And I would go home with you to see the family home places! What a joyous trade that would be! 🙂

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      • Oh yes! And I promise to take you around many more crumbling mansions and some lucky ones that survived 🙂

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    • Hey, thanks about a zillion times!! I think I follow you. I remember how cool I thought the title of your blog is. I’ll be on over sooner or later to check it out. I appreciate your taking the time to comment. That’s nice. Really nice! 🙂

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  8. Beautiful, George, and as you say, absolutely covered this year. I’ll be over for coffee tomorrow morning, if that’s ok? I’m sure if we stay and chat long enough we’ll see more than one slow old bumble bee:)

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    • HEY, bring iced coffee (extra cream and sugar) from McDonald’s on Houston Highway. Tell them it’s for Granny. They won’t charge you. Come on around to the back. The door’s open. If I’m not on the porch, open the door and holler me up! See you in the morning!
      Yeah, I was surprised. I think he’s old too. That little Lumix ain’t freezing motion that I know anything about!! 🙂

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