256/365: clematis seeds
The Virgin’s Bower clematis is an aggressive vine. Covered with small white, star-shaped flowers in summer, by early fall the whole vine is a hairy mess of seeds. I can’t help thinking of truffula tufts (or a raging case of bed head).
They have a certain disheveled charm. Then, after a while, they just look messy. It’s a fine line.
A scene from our property line. I am delighted to say that this used to be a bare chainlink fence.
198/365: property line/good fences
The older I get, the more particular flowers trigger memories. There are flowers I loved as a little girl. Their scents and shapes remind me how I reveled in their existence as much as my own. There are flowers that grew at my grandparents’ houses. And my great-grandparents’ houses. And there are flowers that I will remember when I’m old. Those my mother grew, or I grew myself or shared with my children. The flowers will always return and the memories are ours to keep: it’s just that moment of recognition – putting it all together – that we so often miss.
We have these crazy clematis that turn into hairy Seussian tufts when the blooms are spent. There are plenty left over from last summer. As usual, the late afternoon sun worked its magic. Seriously – everything is beautiful in the golden hour.
137/365: last year’s clematis
I don’t know why shadows should get such a bad rap. They only appear when the sun is shining.
This is what hope looks like on February 13.
43/365: trellis / winter sun