I have a clematis
growing on my fence. No, this is not some nasty disease, it's a vine that gets
brightly colored flowers on it. I know this because everytime I set foot out
my back door, my neighbor is there to tell me the history of the plant. How
the father of the woman that lived there before me planted it and it never grew
more than a foot much less bloomed but look how wonderfully it is growing this
summer and I must have something to do with it isn't it amazing?

Oh, it grew, but it didn't get any flowers. Sometimes when I was outside trimming
the hedges with clippers in hand I would wave them in the clematis' general
direction... threatening them. Bloom or it's Chopsville for you. So yesterday
they managed to squeeze out one lone solitary flower. Pathetic.