My neighbor across the street has this plant growing up around his mailbox that I think it is gorgeous. It has deep purple blossoms with yellow centers and I'm not ashamed to say that I covet it like it's my neighbor's ass.
It's called a clematis, but I cannot ever remember the name of it and I always just use the first closest word I come to in the long term memory alphabetized file cabinet in my brain, and that is chlamydia (which, coincidentally, is also kind of purple).
Four years ago, I bought one for my mailbox. We planted it, nursed it, watered it and hoped that it would grow up as beautiful as his.
Four years later, this is his chlamydia:
This is mine:
I suppose, metaphorically speaking, I'm the one who's better off... but I still want his bush. (un-metaphorically speaking, that is.)
It's called a clematis, but I cannot ever remember the name of it and I always just use the first closest word I come to in the long term memory alphabetized file cabinet in my brain, and that is chlamydia (which, coincidentally, is also kind of purple).
Four years ago, I bought one for my mailbox. We planted it, nursed it, watered it and hoped that it would grow up as beautiful as his.
Four years later, this is his chlamydia:
This is mine:
I suppose, metaphorically speaking, I'm the one who's better off... but I still want his bush. (un-metaphorically speaking, that is.)
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June 30, 2008 at 3:10 PM
It's growing. Climbing up a post is real hard.
June 30, 2008 at 5:14 PM
OH MY GOODNESS! I do that SAME thing in my head. Everytime I see that plant I think - hey, I love that chlamydia!
We're sick. You know that, don't you?
June 30, 2008 at 6:22 PM
Post like that are why I love this blog.
June 30, 2008 at 10:54 PM
Our next-door-neighbor has a plant that (like ours) sits right next to her mailbox. I keep mine nicely trimmed; otherwise it is difficult to see oncoming traffic when backing out of my driveway. Unfortunately, our neighbor isn't so pro-active with her plant, so it's difficult to check for oncoming traffic from her side.
One day I told paws as we were backing out of the driveway to go somewhere that I really needed to go over there and trim Joyce's bush. Lol...
June 30, 2008 at 11:42 PM
@Lucy: This comment makes me think of all kinds of inappropriate things to retort. Which I will kindly keep from saying now.
@randi: Oh yes. I'm aware. But thanks for not making me feel alone.
@beth: Thoughts like that are why I need this blog.
@vetsac: Wow. You must be really close with your neighbors!
July 1, 2008 at 1:08 AM
I love Lucy's comment: "Climbing up a post is hard."
That's hilarious, given that kudzu is known to grow 12 inches a day in the right conditions.
Don't feel too bad about mixing up clematis and chlamydia. Apparently, as a child, I use to go around the neighborhood singing, "Litte purple pussies full of yellow gold..."
July 1, 2008 at 8:14 AM
@NG @Lucy: ROFL!
July 1, 2008 at 10:49 AM
HA HA! I do this too - the mind game thing. Why is it that we tend to remember things related to sex, drugs, etc. more so than flower names? LOL And by the way, I feel you on the planting things. I kill everything I plant. I want big beautiful flowers too dammit!