We had some warmish weather in mid-March but as soon as the calendar proclaimed Spring, Winter turned vengeful and refused to give up the ship. This morning, we've got cold rain and a forecast high of 45 degrees. Not exactly hanging-out-in-the-backyard weather. While I wish it was an April Fool's joke, it's not. So the clematis vine, like the rest of Spring's finery, is in a bit of a holding pattern. I suspect that the clematis is a tad more patient than me. I've always said that the value of a garden is in the teaching of patience, a skill that I've yet to master.