The Trumpet Vine climbs on fence and posts. It climbs on the telephone poles.
It dresses the whole in a cascade of green accented with its orange blooms.
Bees hover near, but only certain bugs and birds have an avantage.
The ruby-throat loves the trumpet vines and so do I.
When I haven’t filled my hummer feeders I know that the tiny winged wonders will go find their sugary sips in the orange trumpets growing in heavy clusters from the corner fence posts.
God never forgets to feed them.