This little clematis is planted at the top of the bed by the stairs that lead down to the barn (if you go that way rather than down the driveway). It's tucked behind the garbage bin (which gives it afternoon shade) so you don't even see it when you step out the garage door, but its little purple-blue bells please me no end when I come back up the steps, especially during this rather colorless time of year.
This is the first year it has grown and flowered so well; the "meadow rats" usually ravage it repeatedly and some years it hasn't gotten to blossom at all. Maybe Jackson is slowly convincing the deer that they are not welcome to dine here.
It is a grey day, and cool. I love the coolness, but the flat grey sky reflects my mood. Rick commented on my "flatness" last night; was that causative? Because I hadn't really been feeling that bad, I didn't think. Or had I? There is no time for navel-gazing around here; too much to do. Too much to do . . . .
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We are having a lull in the heat here, its nice. But, it foretells the coming of colder weather that I would just as soon go without :)
Very pretty blue!
Boy, do I hear you!
;-)
Wishing you a sunny day tomorrow...
It's been very cool in Chicagoland this summer. I really can't remember it being this cool - particularly now in these last Dog Days. It's usually really, really hot. More rain on the way here . . .
Just tell yourself "I am a clematis".
Must be the time of year for feeling a little blue. Ha ha I love the navel-gazing comment. Is that what I do? Hmmm!
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