I was thinking about trumpet vines today.



They are drought-tolerant, which is important where I live, and attract hummingbirds.

My friend Diane has one and I keep asking her to save me a seed pod from it.

I want to start one in Las Vegas because it would do well there, and maybe I could find somewhere up here in the mountains to put one. They are good for the hummingbirds, and have pretty flowers.

When I was growing up, I had a trumpet vine in what I considered my garden. It was a strip of dirt alongside the driveway, and the trumpet vine was at the front end, on the corner of the garage. The rest of my garden was portulaca (moss ross) because it was so dry there.



My sister's supposed garden was a rectangular area outside the back door and a lot of stuff grew there. I remember painted daisies.



and chives. My mother would send us outside to cut a few chives to stir into eggs she was scrambling for breakfast.



There was also a parsley plant, the curly kind. Remember when just about every restaurant put a sprig of this on every plate of food?



And bearded iris. Looking at the picture, I remember that heavenly scent.






One of my favorite flowers is the forget-me-not.



When I was growing up we had some in the back yard, but it was probably too shady, so they lived, but didn't thrive. I moved a start of it to my house on the south side of Denver, but forgot to bring a piece when we sold that house. For awhile there was some out at the cemetery by the family graves, but the landscape guys out there plowed it under. It was a special old-fashioned variety that came from my grandma's yard. The leaves were large and heart-shaped. The kind we see now has narrower leaves, but the flowers look the same.