a beautiful vine in a wilderness campsite, i wonder how did it get there, so far from domestic duty. our name derives ftom ancient greece, and means "the climber", it is said. this one may have come from some favorite garden bed. other flowers spring from nature, far away from civilization's awful fumes; (some days it's really difficult to breathe easy.) we carry the things we love with us, no thought for consequence. domesticated clematises belong inside a fence. bringing to mind, a question: where do we belong?