Stop and Listen to the Angel Trumpets

Turning the corner on my morning walk this today, I was nearly blinded by these  glowing Angel Trumpets shooting like pink frosted firecrackers from a lush green bush...

[caption id="attachment_9298" align="alignleft" width="500" caption="Reaching into the branches I capture a cluster of starbursts beaming with light..."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_9299" align="alignleft" width="500" caption="And from below the sea like creature petals curl into deep leafy salmon just before withering under the very light that feeds them."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_9300" align="alignleft" width="500" caption="As the colors glowed so did a random memory: In fifth grade, I came downstairs for school dressed in my pastel pink Ditto brand jeans and yellow terrycloth shell top with elastic waistband. My mom said, "Shannon, yellow and pink don't match. Try again." I think it's clear right here, right now, that pink and yellow are glorious together! Ahhh, if I could only wear that outfit today..."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_9301" align="alignleft" width="500" caption="Are they called Angel Trumpets because of their shape or because it just seems like heaven shines on them all day? Let me know your thoughts, I'm going to keep walking..."][/caption]

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