Clematis grows wilds in the creek beds and river banks around here, as long as the native alders, brown birches, and cottonwoods are not disturbed. After all, a vine like this needs to climb something, right?
Right! And this time of year, the cotton puffs catch all the sun. You can find these vines at great distance, just with a glance. In the summer, they are hard to find. This is their time.
Sometimes the flower is just the beginning.
And a bonus. When we were twelve years old, we got it in our minds to cut chunks of this stuff, light it, and smoke like our parents. It was so foul that not one of the thirty of us ever smoked again.
Categories: flower gardening