While the daylight visage of these angel trumpet blooms is impressive, it’s their nighttime maneuvers that hold greater enchantment, as that is when their perfume comes out in full force, permeating the thick air of evening and intoxicating the entire backyard with their sweet fragrance. A single flower is powerful; taken en masse like they were this year, it’s a magnificently sensual experience.
Traditionally, I’d be stressing out and sendup up all sorts of prayers and voodoo chants to make sure these flowered in tandem with whatever celebratory gatherings we were having in the summer. This year around that’s not even a concern, so I was free to enjoy the natural unfurling of their flowering glory. There’s a necessary lesson in that, and the peace of mind it produced will be remembered far beyond the insanity that is 2020.
