In 1569 Elizabethan sailors brought the Spanish clematis vine back to England with them. In England it was first called Virgin's bower honoring the virgin Queen, Elizabeth I. Its small, dainty saucer-shaped flowers never excited Americans.
In 1866 Francis Parkman, a historian and horticulturist, produced a large-flowered hybrid he called Jackman. Quickly the clematis became one of America's favorite flowering vines.
To keep yours blooming keep the feet cool; i.e. cover the base with considerable mulch.
Clematis is considered poisonous; keep children away from blossoms.
Dear George Eliot (pen name of Mary Ann Evans) was often called Clematis when she was young. She assumed that it referred to her mental beauty for none considered her very lovely to look upon. Man looks on the outside, God looks on the inside and saw beauty in her.
George Eliot wrote a one stanza poem entitled Roses:
You love the roses--so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleep and like waking, all at once!
In 1866 Francis Parkman, a historian and horticulturist, produced a large-flowered hybrid he called Jackman. Quickly the clematis became one of America's favorite flowering vines.
To keep yours blooming keep the feet cool; i.e. cover the base with considerable mulch.
Clematis is considered poisonous; keep children away from blossoms.
Dear George Eliot (pen name of Mary Ann Evans) was often called Clematis when she was young. She assumed that it referred to her mental beauty for none considered her very lovely to look upon. Man looks on the outside, God looks on the inside and saw beauty in her.
George Eliot wrote a one stanza poem entitled Roses:
You love the roses--so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleep and like waking, all at once!
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