I'm always particularly happy to see the trumpet flower. They have a particularly luminous (and sweet smelling) quality, even after the sun has disappeared over the hill beside us. This is a plant that we brought with us from the Hoover Street house, and it's continued to flourish, so it's also a nostalgia plant. And it's probably still there, in the dark, but I'm not going out to check, since the night is loud with coyotes.
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