What you don’t see in this image of this trumpet vine at my Mom’s
is the little hummingbird
that flew up to me and looked me over, as if to say,
“What do you think you are doing around my flowers?”
I’d like to be able to tell you that I got a photo of him, but such is not the case.
I think this one will just have to do.
And, yes, Mom,
I’ll send you a print….