This exquisite, old tree with rough-hewn bark and a twisted character graced the edge of the pond on my farm. Every spring it would burst into golden yellow blossoms, and the sight of it would make me smile for weeks on end. I was truly saddened when Hurricane Ian passed close by overnight, and found the Caribbean Trumpet tree in the morning snapped at its base and laying on the ground. I had to gift it with immortality by painting it.