#338 - Hedge Bindweeed on rock

The bugle vine flowers were holding the sunshine so blindingly this afternoon - they were glorious with light.

#280 - Heavenly trumpets

Thinking about heaven today... we are expecting a death in the family in the near future, which is sad and a little unreal. Shed a few tears today out in the park on the quiet hills and then saw these valiant, end-of-season flowers at the top of the hedge, almost out of reach.

#252 - Wild Morning Glory and Herb Robert

Oh we love bindweed although we know we shouldn't - it's brave, bugle-shaped flowers appear all over the city, it's green tendrils twining lovingly in hedges and fences. My daughter can only remember that it's called Morning Glory, my favourite name for it, and the most fitting because it sounds like trumpets... and hope.