Unota

I've noticed that the most mundane and colorless flowers tend to smell sweeter than any others. I still remember the smell of a single bush of sweet autumn clematis that sprung up this autumn. It's invasive here, but I didn't have the heart to pull it up. My garden was gone, everything was dying and soon to be dead. It was getting cold. But that clematis sprung up, with all of it's fragile white little flowers, you could smell it from a mile away, and it was sweet enough to give you a cavity. There was something sad about it. When I would pick some, to take the smell with me, it would fade almost instantly. How could I tear it up?