Painting by French artist
For more of her work and a look
inside her amazing Parisian studio
Late summer, every year a familiar scent permeates the humid air. The smell of the wild clematis...an invasive weed or a flowering vine? Like art, its beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
A weed I can tolerate in our yard...it grows along the edge of driveway, spreading vigorously in a cloud of fragrant white blooms. Also known as Sweet Autumn Clematis, it signals the approach of fall. While invasive, it is easily controlled by cutting it back to the ground after flowering...remaining dormant until the following summer.
Mischief and I brought some of Mother Nature's graffiti inside this evening, savoring its perfume
Atop a table on the stair landing
Its beauty in its wildness, its tendrils allowed to fall where they may
Tucked into a vase once belonging to my Great Aunt...who passed away only a week ago
"Life is a magic vase filled to the brim"
Her vase, a reminder to live life...filling my vase to the brim