The flowering vine known as clematis is renowned for its dislike of being transplanted. I bought one from a local garden center that specializes in trees and shrubs years ago, when we still had planter boxes with trellis work in our front yard.
It was going to grace those trellis boxes.
But last year, the decayed state of the boxes meant they had to go which left my poor clematis—which finally bloomed for the first time—with nothing to climb.
Jay and I hurriedly stuck a cut maple sapling in the ground but the wind and rain kept pushing it to the ground.
Last fall, I laid the vine-entwined sapling on the ground, vowing to take care of it this spring.
So today, I resurrected the clematis—and added a little fabric for more color. I think this is sturdy enough to do the job yet airy enough to let the wind blow through.
Close-up below.
And Mom, I miss you, more than my poor words can express.
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