Life Imitates Art

This morning, I left the house in such a rush–I was late and I was distracted, already creating a mental checklist of everything I wanted to do before I ran to a meeting starting almost as soon as I would arrive at the office ... Once I was out the door, the sight of my Clematis vine in bloom briefly brought me back to the present.

I planted it less than a year ago when I moved into this place (I'm the Johhny Appleseed of tumbleweed renters and plant flowers wherever I go). It didn't seem very happy last year. I wasn't sure I'd see it again. I wondered if I'd made a bad choice for this zone and the location next to the porch. When it started to come alive in Spring, the resident expert gardener told me there was no way it would bloom for a few years.

In spite of all that, this morning, when I walked out the door, I was greeted by a half-dozen deep purple blooms and lots of buds holding out the promise of more. I think this little-plant-that-could deserves a trellis this year ;-)

I came home for lunch today–to grab something I had left behind in my earlier, distracted rush–and took a minute to take these photos. While I enjoyed some sunshine, before heading back to the office (and another meeting), I remembered a quilt block I'd made for a friend several years ago, long before I'd even thought of moving to this area, that bears an uncanny resemblance to the blooms in my yard .



Isn't it interesting how we're drawn to the same shapes and design elements over and over again?