In gardening books, the clematis ran delicately and prettily through trees and shrubbery; but in her garden, it looked as though it had thrown a party and invited too many questionable guests. It lolled drunkenly from the arbor, raced crazily across the flower beds, and was far too familiar with the peonies. It's deshabille had once seemed romantic; now it was just tawdry.
She took her shears in hand and began to cut away the excess.
© 2007 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel
Sterling silver, charlotte seed beads. Hand crocheted and fabricated.