My parents have a magnificent Wisteria vine growing around their carport and into the backyard. I’ve loved it since I was a little girl, and always looked forward to that time in late spring when the purple buds would finally form and drape from their vines, releasing their scent.
I’ve often wished that we had planted one when we moved to our townhouse, but now we’ll need to be here another 20 years before we can get the kind of show my parents have every year… and besides, where would we put it that the strata would approve of? Vines tend to take on a life of their own; They can be guided, but the strong, woody vine will ultimately decide where it wants to be. Kind of like people, I guess 😉
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