Don't know about you, but I clocked a lot of hours in the garden over this three-day holiday, to the point where a) I was thoroughly exhausted and b) it was difficult to enjoy the place.
This morning, somewhat refreshed but still sore, I made some tea and decided to walk around a bit, intending to take stock of what had been done and what remained on the never-ending to-do list. It was at that point that I came upon this delicate little Clematis integrifolia 'Rouguchi' in bloom, a tiny, bell-shaped flower on a vine that isn't really a climber, but can be trained up the posts of a pergola, as this one is.
Came just in time. I've been weighed down by problems and undone tasks, someone who, even when others find beauty and joy in my garden, launches into a litany of all that's wrong.
Off to work I went with a smile on my face and a sense of appreciation for all I'd done over the weekend. It lasted ... oh, about as far as Kelly Drive, where I hit a scrum of aggressive drivers. They were passing at 70 mph.