The trellises have done their magic. My dream of having trumpet vines bookend our deck and Tuscany-villa-like tuck us away from the madding crowd, that dream, er, inkling of an idea? It’s happened. I have a profusion of vine and myriad buds at the tips of the branches that promise a zillion trumpet flowers. See below. Singer Kate Wolf* introduced Jack and me to this wondrous vine. I’ve included the lyrics to her song. Kate died way too young, so we don’t have a lot of footage of her actually singing this song. But I’m hunting. PATTYtrumpet vine*http://katewolfmusicfestival.com/index.php/about-us/about-kate-wolf

http://www.elyrics.net/read/k/kate-wolf-lyrics/the-trumpet-vine-lyrics.html

The Trumpet Vine

Words and Music by Kate Wolf

The trumpet vine grew in the kitchen window

And bloomed bright orange on the wall

You sat in the morning light, holding a guitar

As the first summer rain began to fall

Like the gentle raindrops

your words fell in the air

Making things so clear

as we quietly sat there

It reminded me of other times you had come before

And brought a song or just walked in through the kitchen door

Now it seems the truest words I ever heard from you

Were said at kitchen tables we have known

‘Cause somehow in that warm room, with coffee on the stove,

Our hearts were really most at home

Sitting at a table

looking hard at you

Catching up on stories

of the things we’d tried to do

It seems we really said the most when we didn’t talk at all

Let the songs speak for us like the sunlight on the wall

Now as we come and go, in sunshine and in rain

Some years are seen more clearly than the rest

And if it weren’t for kitchen songs and mornings spent with friends

We all might lose the things we love the best

I can see you sitting there

beneath the trumpet vine

The sunlight through the window

in the kitchen in my mind

You came when you were needed, I could not ask for more

Than to turn to find you walking through the kitchen door

© 1977 Another Sundown Publishing Company

http://www.youtube.com/artist/kate-wolf

5 thoughts on ““Like the gentle raindrops your words fell in the air Making things so clear as we quietly sat there…” (Kate Wolf’s “Trumpet Vine Grows in My Kitchen Window”) It’s Taken 45 Years, But Now I Have Not One But Two Trumpet Vines. They’re Not In the Kitchen Window–Yet–But They’re Beautiful. And I’m Grateful.

  1. What a beautiful, evocative song this is, full to the brim with emotion. It nudges me to remember so much of life lived simply around that kitchen table, especially on Hemlock Drive. I lived over 25 years with that table as my “nest”–and the memories from that place are popping! I loved this entry, Patty, and I love sitting between those trumpet vines! M.

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  2. I love the warm quiet feel of Kate Wolf’s lyrics. They carry a kind of balm for tired souls.
    As for your trumpet vines, it seems they have been waiting for just this kind of summer of tropical air, sun, and moisture. There is always a positive side where the weather is concerned. ( I think )

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    1. Kate Wolf was lovely. Google her a bit and you’ll see what’s kept her resonating with us for all these years. She’s got a song about islands in the stream that was the best bit of marriage advice we’ve ever got–or given.
      Patty

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