Wednesday, June 8, 2011
I heart trumpet vine
We grew up calling trumpet vine cow itch, and the word was that it was like poison ivy and oak. It was only when I was out of college that I can to realize this lie was likely a tale told by parents to keep children out of chiggers, snakes, and and other places where children shouldn't go.
I still leave it alone, mostly because I don't want a case of poison theses days, as I'm quite susceptible, and it'd take some telling and doing to get the doc to prescribe the prednisone in sufficient quantities.
Nonetheless, it'd look good growing on the trellis I don't have.
As you can see, I did not get all that close for the close-up. That's why cameras have zooms.