"Pay attention to the world." -- Susan Sontag
 

Hello, Clematis! (2 of 2)

From “Clambering for Attention” in The Story of Flowers and How They Changed the Way We Live by Noel Kingsbury:

“Clematis are now one of the most important groups of garden plants, with dwarf ones, ideal for small gardens, balconies and even window boxes, selling in their millions. The plants have, however, come a long way. The very modestly flowering European species appear to have been grown in gardens from the sixteenth century onwards, but it was the opening up of China and Japan in the nineteenth century that led to the large-flowered hybrids we know today. Far Eastern growers had for centuries had plants with showy flowers and, crucially, a tendency to flower on side shoots. This ability to flower low down makes them very useful as garden plants, as is shown by the habit of growing them on obelisks made from wooden trellis.

“A breakthrough was made in 1858 by the English nurseryman George Jackman, who crossed an existing hybrid with the European
C. viticella and the East Asian C. lanuginosa. The resulting showy, vigorous plant proved a huge success. Meanwhile, C. montana had arrived from the Himalayas, introduced by the wife of the governor general of British India. It too was a great success, clambering up the sides of British country houses, along garden walls and even to the tops of quite substantial trees, smothering everything with pink flowers for a few weeks in early summer….

“From the great botanic gardens of St Petersburg came C. tangutica in the late nineteenth century, a botanical outcome of the ‘great game’, when British and Russian explorers were both investigating, and seeking to dominate, Central Asia. It and similar species are vigorous, and their strangely thick yellow petals are borne, usefully, in late summer.”

From “The Wood-Pile” by Robert Frost in Collected Poems of Robert Frost:

Out walking in the frozen swamp one grey day,
I paused and said, ‘I will turn back from here.
No, I will go on farther — and we shall see.’
The hard snow held me, save where now and then
One foot went through. The view was all in lines
Straight up and down of tall slim trees
Too much alike to mark or name a place by
So as to say for certain I was here
Or somewhere else: I was just far from home….


And then there was a pile of wood…
It was a cord of maple, cut and split
And piled-and measured, four by four by eight.
And not another like it could I see.
No runner tracks in this year’s snow looped near it.
And it was older sure than this year’s cutting,
Or even last year’s or the year’s before.
The wood was grey and the bark warping off it
And the pile somewhat sunken.

Clematis
Had wound strings round and round it like a bundle….


Hello!

This is the second of two posts featuring photos of resurgent Clematis from my garden. The first post — with my backyard history of these plants — is Hello, Clematis! (1 of 2).

As with the previous post, here we start with some of the buds and vines posing in the morning sun. These are followed by images of full flowers — those with prominent purple or pink stripes through their petals, possibly the Clematis lanuginosa variant described in the quotation above. Toward the end, there are closeups of the Clematis flower’s complex central structure.

Thanks for taking a look!











Hello, Clematis! (1 of 2)

From “The Growing Anticipation of Spring” in On Gardening by Henry Mitchell:

“The day before the cold and snow began I planted two clematis, knowing snow was predicted. As always, when you find clematis at this time of year in cartons, the plants had already sprouted, and that soft growth will be killed. The alternative is to plant it in a pot, keeping it cool and damp until mid-April, but when I have done that in the past I have neglected the pots and only got the plants set out months later.

“One thing a novice may not know is that the clematis roots, which are like leather shoelaces, are rammed into the little pots and packed with peat to keep them moist. That is good. But when planted in the garden (in a one-cubic-foot hole, with plenty of leaf mold) the roots should be dusted free of the stuff in the little pot and spread out, and the crown of the plant (where the stem joins the roots) set a full two inches below soil level.

“Another thing not obvious to gardeners the first time a clematis is planted is that the stem is quite delicate and brittle where it joins the roots and is easily broken off. Use care when unpotting and never hold the plant by its stem but by its roots.

“Even if the top is killed, new growth will rise from below ground, and by the third year the stems will be like modest ropes and the plant will cover a space the size of a door.”

From “Clematis” in Jewel Sensed: Poems by David Jaffin: 

These white-

climbing flow
ers at lyrical-

rhythmic in
tervals to

their chosen
taste for up

lifting-color
ings.


Hello!

One day last week, in my back yard whilst I was sound asleep, this happened…

… and me and the dog spent the better part of that day photographing these fresh Clematis flowers, even as they continued opening while the photo session went on. I got a little carried away (as one does!) and ended up with enough photographs for two posts, but it just seemed imperative to capture their images before they started to thin out and drift away. It’s what they wanted, I’m sure….

These Clematis have a story (see Clematis Reincarnated), one that has not yet completed. They were originally among several Clematis plants that I had in pots on my back steps years ago, that got frozen to burnt, black shreds in those pots when we had an extended deep freeze one late winter. As an experiment, I took the crispy remnants of their roots and hopefully transplanted them into a large pot where a Concord grapevine lives (the pot is about three feet high and two feet in diameter, with a steel trellis), hoping they’d find their way back. They didn’t do much the first year — producing just a small handful of flowers — but this year, they seemed to have found their footing (their rooting?) and spread across the top of the pot and up the trellis supporting the grapevine. They want to climb, after all.

There are two or possibly three varieties now flowering among these vines, though most of the flowers resemble that of a Bernadine Clematis (see Bernadine Clematis) I bought about five years ago — with the stripes less prominent than they originally were. This post features Bernadine’s descendants; the next post includes the other varieties, which (unlike the Bernadines) still have distinct purple or violet striping through each of the flower petals, but were not identified with a name other than “Clematis” when I bought them.

These Bernadine progeny, as you can see, might technically be considered white in color now, but in diffused sunlight they take on a light blue cast; and, in warmer sunlight, it’s easy to find violet or purple among the petals. That’s often the case with flowers in blue or purple shades: the color of surrounding light shifts the shades toward cooler (blue) or warmer (purple) tones, and that shift is actually easy to see in programs like Lightroom where they can be rendered in either color (or anywhere in between) and still look natural. As I look at them through the back door, though, they most often show off this dusty or muted light blue, so that’s how I chose to present them here.

In these galleries, we transition from some of the buds and vines with flowers in the background — the vines often make elegant and captivating twists — to single flowers in full, then to closeups of the flower’s central structures. Clematis are members of the Ranunculaceae or Buttercup family, many of which have a similarly complex central structure that contains reproductive organs, colors and shapes that attract pollinators, and of course the valuable pollen the bugs are after that also ensures continued life for the plants.

Thanks for taking a look!










Merry Christmas!

From “A Christmas Wish” by Edgar A. Guest in Prayers and Poems for Christmas, published by Ideals Publications, Inc.:

I wish you joy on Christmas Day.
Yet one day filled
with mirth and cheer
Will oh so quickly pass away,
I wish you joy throughout the year.

May peace be yours
when night comes down;
May every good which life can give
Be yours to bless your home and crown
The tasks of every day you live.

Beneath your roof may laughter ring
And love and merriment abide,
And may you reap through many a spring
The blossoms of the countryside.

God grant that you may wake by day
In strength, the tasks of life to meet;
May you go singing down the way.
And may your dreams at night be sweet.

Through every day of every year
This wish of mine I shall renew;
God keep you safe and hold you dear
And pour His blessings down on you.


Ho! Ho! Ho!

Below I’ve gathered all the photos from this year’s “Days to Christmas” series in one post, because photos like to hang out together on holidays.

Click the links above each gallery if you would like to see the original posts and the quotations or poems I selected to go with them. 

Thanks for taking a look … and: 

Merry Christmas!!!!!


Ten Days to Christmas: Peace in the Village



Nine Days to Christmas: Silver (and Blue) and Gold










Eight Days to Christmas: Red and Green (and Gold)












Seven Days to Christmas: When Nature Does the Decorating











Six Days to Christmas: It’s the Little Things!











Five Days to Christmas: The Sights and Sounds of Angels











Four Days to Christmas: Winter Solstice, When Snowmen, Owls, and Deer Meet in the Dark Woods









Three Days to Christmas: As the Light Turns



Two Days to Christmas: Les animaux de Noël










One Day to Christmas: Happy Christmas Eve!


One Day to Christmas: Happy Christmas Eve!

From “Those Last, Late Hours of Christmas Eve” by Lou Ann Welte in Poems of Christmas, edited by Myra Cohn Livingston:

All has stilled, Magician Sleep having cast his spell
Upon the house, and silence lends an unreal
          beauty —
A holiness that hovers over all. And as a bell
That has been long and loudly ringing, stopping
          short
Brings surprise (you lift your head to listen,
          knowing well
The sound has ceased, and yet you listen still) so now
A slow suspense, a mild excitement loosely coiled
Holds you, keeps you listening: unwinding, drops
          away.
And now, like children on tip-toe — lovely and
          unspoiled —
Come those last, late, lingering hours before
          Christmas Day.

From “Before the Christmas Dawn” by Hilda Lachney Sanderson in Christmas Blessings: Prayers and Poems to Celebrate the Season, edited by June Cotner: 

Just before the Christmas dawn,
When time belongs to me alone,
And all the household’s still asleep,
All creatures still in dreamland deep,
I feel within the darkness dense
A special Christmas reverence,
As in the hush that stillness brings,
I almost hear the angels sing,
while in my mind I clearly see
The Christ child stirring peacefully.



Two Days to Christmas: Les animaux de Noël

From “The Doctor’s Christmas Eve” by James Lane Allen in The Ultimate Christmas Collection:

“Elizabeth’s peculiar interest in animal pictures had begun during the summer previous, when the family were having a vacation trip in Europe. Upon her visits to galleries of paintings she had repeatedly encountered the same picture: The Manger with the Divine Child as the center of the group; and about the Child, half in shadow, the donkey and others of his lowly fellows of the stall — all turned in brute adoration. The memory of these Christmas pictures came vividly back to her now — especially the face of the donkey who was always made to look as though he had long been expecting the event; and whereas reasonably gratified, could not definitely say that he was much surprised: his entire aspect being that of a creature too meek and lowly to think that anything foreseen by him could possibly be much of a miracle.

“Once also she had seen another animal picture that fascinated her: it represented a blond-haired little girl of about her own age, with bare feet, hair hanging down, a palm branch in her hand. She was escorted by a troop of wild animals, each vying with the other in attempt to convince this exceptional little girl that nothing could induce them just at present to be carnivorous.

“The most dangerous beasts walked at the head of the line; the less powerful took their places in the rear; and the procession gradually tapered off in the distance until only the smallest creatures were to be seen struggling resolutely along in the parade….

“The meaning of the picture seemed to be that nothing harmful could come from the animal kingdom on this particular day, providing the animals were allowed to arrange themselves as specified in the procession…. All, no doubt, would have been glad to parade behind Elizabeth….

From “Christmas Legends” by Denis A. McCarthy in The Animals Christmas: Poems, Carols, and Stories, edited by Annie Thaxter Eaton:

Villagers all, this frosty tide,
Let your doors swing open wide,
Though wind may follow, and snow beside
Yet draw us in by your fire to bide;
Joy shall be yours in the morning!

Here we stand in the cold and the sleet,
Blowing fingers and stamping feet,
Come from far away you to greet —
You by the fire and we in the street —
Bidding you joy in the morning!

For ere one half of the night was gone,
Sudden a star has led us on,
Raining bliss and benison —
Bliss to morrow and more anon,
Joy for every morning!

Goodman Joseph toiled through the snow —
Saw the star o’er a stable low;
Mary she might not further go —
Welcome thatch, and litter below
Joy was hers in the morning!

And then they heard the angels tell
‘Who were the first to cry Nowell?

Animals all, as it befell,
In the stable where they did dwell!
Joy shall be theirs in the morning!’

From Greetings from Christmas Past by Bevis Hillier:

“Bats were almost as popular on Victorian cards as belfries and bells. They were to be one of the favourite subjects of Art Nouveau designers, though their basic structure is more Gothic in feeling. Maurice Rheims, who illustrates a gold goblet decorated with a spreadeagled bat in his L’Objet 1900 (1964), writes: ‘Ces animaux, chargés de bien de crimes, ont fait en tout temps l’objet de légendes et d’illustrations terrifiantes.’ — [These animals, responsible for many crimes, have always been the subject of terrifying legends and illustrations.]

“But it was not until the nineteenth century that stories of the vampire bats of the South American forests reached Europe, giving the little blind flying mouse a reputation for sinister perversity most satisfying to the decadents: ‘Holy Roman Vampire’, [Oscar] Wilde suggested. The younger Strauss’s comic opera Die Fledermaus [Revenge of the Bat] was first performed in 1874.

“Batcards ranged from the jollity of these cherub jockeys to the near-lubriciousness of Emily Thomson’s: design [first postcard, below], with its disingenuous caption, ‘Thy thoughts I cleave to’.”










Note: The four blue bat images up-top aren’t real photos. I didn’t have any bat-baubles, so I used Adobe Firefly to generate some for me. Yet they do look like something I’d photograph, don’t they? 🙂