The vines have exploded upwards, blossoms abound.

Pearly Gates White — perhaps you’re old enough to remember?

Not quite the Heavenly Blue.

Is a Rose.

Painted, with many brushes.

And with bug, pollinating, or possibly just passing through.

Evening Glory, a Moon Flower, blooms in the near dark.

Just walking the wraparound of porches, the frame of the house.