Monday 18 April 2022

Wisteria

The wisteria on the wall in my garden is starting to bloom. I had barely noticed its green buds before it started to drip with purple flowers. But that's the thing about wisteria, it creeps up on you. It spends the majority of the year with its twisting skeleton bare against the bricks, and then all of a sudden it shouts "IT IS SPRING" as if you hadn't already noticed. 

With wisteria comes a sense of calm. Warmer, longer days ahead. A promise of sunny days spent on hot grass. The perfume of the flower is intoxicating. Sweet, hot days of May. 

Some day soon the tree will be laden heavily with its dripping, scented bloom. Huge bunches of flowers like grapes on the vine exploding out of their buds. 

And then, not long after, the purple will begin to rain onto the patio, and the life cycle will begin again. A fleeting, hopeful moment of exquisite beauty. 

An honour, it is, to witness it all.