We planted ours, a cutting from my dear friend Phyllis, last summer. It inched its way slowly through the slats on the arbor. Hesitant at first. Cautious. No. Not cautious. Most clematis are cautious, but, not Sweet Autumn, which is more like a teenager who has just been granted a driver’s license. Both ramble all over the neighborhood with no thought of the future.
We planted our Sweet Autumn at the foot of the arbor, its roots nestled under an August lily, which has just finished its annual performance. Both seem to like where we placed them, growing companionably. As this summer wore on, the clematis clamored and climbed, twisted and turned, wending its way more than twelve feet upward, then down again.
She is now in full bloom and most ravishing come late afternoon when the sun touches the tiny petals of the thousands of blooms, reminding me of a September bride. I’m already thinking of next year’s wedding, while enjoying these sweet Autumn moments.