Way back in May, my guys bought me perennials for Mother’s Day. A Shasta Daisy, which thrived over the summer. And they also bought me a Clematis, which was a surprise.
I had no idea what to do with it. Honestly, I’d asked for a Coreopsis, but I guess when three guys go to Agway, a plant that starts with “C” and ends with “is” is close enough. But I made a nice little place for it and gently arranged it on the support wire. Watered it. Tried to love it.
It very promptly died.
I’m not a great gardener so, over the course of the summer, weeds slowly took over the garden. Now that winter’s coming, everything’s brown and wilting and dying for the season. But when I took Mini out today and we wandered over to the isolated corner where I’d planted the Clematis and saw…
Months after it died, and now that our growing season is about over, she managed to pop out some leaves and one pretty purple bloom.
To go with your Official Winter Writer Uniform, of course
Life is contrary, isn’t it? (and often, pretty)
I’m a little thankful now that I’m not a diligent gardener or I probably would have ripped it out.
And it does match my jammies very well.
It’ll die for the winter and come back in spring, just leave it alone!