This is the third year that a goat hasn't escaped the corral and eaten the clematis. Finally, finally it is beautiful. We sold the goat that kept eating it, part of the reason we sold her. Every year, just when everything was starting to bud, she would get out of the corral, even if she had to limbo under the gate, and sprint over to the snow ball bush and the clematis and chow them down as if she were in a hot dog eating contest.
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