not ordinary at all

I visit my mom three or four times a week. It’s part of my morning routine: drive thru coffee and a podcast on the way to Mom’s (no judging please :-) My mom has this clematis vine right beside her front door. It is magnificent in its showiness–enormous golfball-sized buds, and palm-sized tissue-paper blossoms. Every year, for fifteen years, we sit in awe and stare. I love that this vine blooms only once a year. Otherwise I fear I would become habituated to it, and maybe stop noticing it all together.  Once a year is all I need. All I really want.

clematis flowers (buttercup family, Ranunculaceae)