We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The wild Autumn Clematis is in full bloom all around Maggie's Farm. The highly aggressive and fast-growing wild version lacks the fragrance of the cultivated variety, often called Sweet Autumn Clematis. This one, covering a fence, has a wild morning glory growing amongst it.
We have a lot of fall clematis in the neighborhood, but it's not blooming yet. It is indeed very fragrant: you can catch the scent far down wind.
We also have a few crepe myrtle bushes around town here in SW PA. In fact, my next-door neighbor has one. She wondered how it would do around here, and she wrapped it the first few winters. I would have said something when you blogged about it, but I wanted to ask if that was indeed what I thought I was seeing.
I wrote an article about the backyard gardens across the street from me.