Yesterday, I took my mother with me as I went there (camera in hand) to show her this beautiful sight.
When Mom and I got out of the car, the fragrance of the wisteria was overpowering and wonderful ... as the scent wafted on the breeze around us.
I wish the light had been a bit different, because it was very difficult to get a decent photo of the wisteria growing up the chimney and across the roof of the old house. The sun was shining right in my face, and I had to shade the camera with my hand. Perhaps I'll be out that way again, in the morning next time, to see if I can do better.
I may have had my rose rustling kit in the car with us, and a handful of cuttings of wisteria could have come home with me. I'm used to finding layered starts of wisteria in naturalized settings like this, but there were none in this case. Wisteria roots pretty easily, so I hope to have wisteria babies to share later in the year.
I grew purple wisteria at our former house, and I loved it. It was a small sucker that I dug from a naturalized stand of wisteria that no longer exists, and I planted it below my deck. As it grew, I wove the vines basketweave-style through the deck railing. Eventually, the wisteria woven that way destroyed the balusters of the railing ... but the vines were strong enough at that point to provide structural support, and THEY were the actual railing. Sitting out there felt like being in a tree house.
As Mom and I were on our way home, the inside of my car smelled heavenly!
