My clematis vines are starting to bloom and it reminded me of this oldie helium article. Only a matter of time before this one is nixed too. First person, you know!
I introduced a friend to my newest acquisition.“This is the Comtesse de Bouchaud. Isn’t she lovely?” I said dreamily. We stared up at her. She is a whopping ten feet tall with large, clear pink blossoms. My queen Clematis.
“Beautiful!” my friend agreed eagerly. “How do you propagate that? I’d love a piece of it.”
I gasped and simultaneously slapped my hand over her offending mouth while swiftly dragging her far, far away from the Comtesse.
“Are you insane?” I hissed angrily. “Have you no idea how sensitive the Comtesse is? She’s a Clematis, for cripe’s sake!”
She stared at me aghast. “It’s just a plant.” she replied.