We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
On a warm day, you can smell its sweetness 10 yards away. A good thing about this tough vine is that it does not spread undereground, which is why I had to destroy the yellow Trumpet Vine I had there before.
I love mine. But the last few years, they have struggled. I think it got too cold, too dry, too something at the wrong times. I lost one massive one (its main stem were almost an inch thick) and then shortly thereafter two younger ones. I still have one, hopefully it is sufficiently protected by other plants (a Major Wheeler Honeysuckle) that it grows in and around.
How did you destroy the trumpet vine? My wife planted one on a lattice in the front of our house and it has become Audrey from The Little Shop of Horrors, taking over and devouring everything it possibly can.