trumpet vine

For the first time, I biked around the five mile perimeter of the resevoir, something I might have actually enjoyed if I had been alone, instead of with crying, complaining kids who made sure I thoroughly regretted getting them out of the house on a beautiful summer day so they could have fun. If I'm not too sore from the effort, I'm going back on Monday, blissfully alone. Until then, here is the Trumpet Vine, aka campsis radicans.