Kelsey Lasher

            My clematis plant is heavy with blooms. It’s never been this beautiful before, never beget this many blossoms. I stare at it from my kitchen window, counting the flowers and noting the shades of purple that each one is clothed in. 

            Every summer, I marvel at how the thin, rubbery, vines of this plant wrap themselves around my trellis and then send their leaves and buds shooti