this clematis in our garden had never bloomed before . . .
the flowers were the size of dinner plates
Summer changes my rhythms. The long slow days, the smells and sounds through open windows, the absence of the school year regime totally gets me off track. Work is farthest from my mind, even when many projects await me. Flowers beckon and my mind goes wandering. It's a truly delightful time . . .
we couldn't bear to throw them out until . . .