Mostly the clematis bloom in the spring - and reach the top of the mail box -- you can just see the number two signaling our house number. But this is the end of August. I can see the spent blossom ends that look like green balls, but nested among them is what I will call the last hurrah. There is a full clematis blossom and just below it one more to unfurl, probably by tomorrow. It must be all the rain that has fooled this plant into thinking there is a second growing season. Even my husband was remarking that we don't have that dried out, desicated look of August this year. The grass is still spring green.
The crickets are chirping though, so I know we are approaching Fall and the football season.
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