{dirt 60631} ... hello mr. wren, durandii knocking

In the east border, there is a vintage windmill with a wren house attached to it. This year's residents are being greeted by the flowers of clematis durandii. Getting ready to bloom in profusion, there are not many azure blue blossoms this time of year, so this is always an anticipated show. Right now, the wrens have the best view. I wonder if they even notice?

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