It is not lonely or desolate––this land––it’s teeming with life, every square foot of it.
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 […]