I was devastated. But the golden trumpets have rallied, and this is what it looks like today:
And to think Mr. Lucky talked of ripping it out and replacing it with a bench or garden gnome or a colored ball or . . . something. I believe our sunny little bells have earned a reprieve!
I wish I could say the same for the jasmine tree in the back yard, but alas. It's nothing now but a giant twig.
I refuse to replace it with anything other than another jasmine tree.