I wish Clematis, that most colorful and aristocratic climbing flower, merited an moniker more in keeping with its flamboyancy – something more like Clytemnestra (Aeschylus’ femme-fatale heroine), and unlike Gilbert & Sullivan’s “Dear Little Buttercup” (even though it is the family to which they belong).
Their name is of Grecian origin – it means “climbing” – but, despite their showiness and total lack of Acrophobia, I fear that they are too self-conflicted to be in the same league as Clytemnestra.
Clematis grow best
their “tops in sun, roots in shade” –
hot-headed, cold feet.
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