Tuesday, 11 January 2011
This clematis montana was the first plant I bought when we moved in ten years ago. It grows up the gates at the back of the house and over the years it has taken them over, twining thick branches through the wrought ironwork. I have to cut it back ruthlessly to stop it from actually bonding the two halves of the gate permanently shut. In winter the complex structures in the tangle are revealed, like this tiny knot of tendrils.