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.
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