Wednesday, 22 June 2011
Queen of Climbers
As far as Clematis go I am a 'soft touch' I have seven different ones in the garden; trailing, scrambling through trees, rampaging over a picket fence, gently curving up a bamboo obelisk, intertwining with a climbing rose, over wires against a fence, up a trellis. I can't get enough of them, each one a different colour. They are unsurpassed in their long period of flowering (with species flowering in almost every month of the year), they seem to tolerate any aspect and climate - I love 'em.
The Clematis pictured above is my latest acquisition; found neglected, half-dead and looking sorry for itself in the half price corner of a garden centre. My heart went out to it, I brought it home and nurtured it, giving it exactly what it needed - it's feet in the shade and it's head in the sun. It is a soft dusky pink and I don't know it's name - there was no label with it so I shall officially name it 'Lainey's Love' unless anyone does know its real name.
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