He told me that she had been very sick and had died. He remarked that I must have noticed that she had worn a wool coat and hat on days when the temperatures had been very hot.
Evidently she'd been quite ill for a long time, and her husband had even suggested that she not make the trip from the nursery to vend at USQ. He laughed when I told him what she had said about my eyesight. He remarked that she was a real "diamond in the rough."
The next fall season, the precious delicate flowers of the clematis began to appear as they have every fall. Against my rough brick still provide a legacy to Donna, the grower.
To this day, I still think of her when I water my garden. The delicate Clematis paniculata flowers climbing about the rusty trivets that Juan so carefully installed on my tattered brick wall, a constant reminder of Donna, the diamond in the rough.