Monday, May 11, 2009

Wisteria


I think it is permissible for even a modest gardener to boast when her wisteria blooms, after eight long years of vines vines vines. I'm not really taking credit for it, though I did prune this year. I made several people walk up the path to the outdoor shower and look back so that they could see the wisteria at its best. My neighbors and I are hoping that its perfume will be enough to overcome some less pleasant odors that are a feature of bungalow living.



It was Mother's Day, traditionally the day I turn the water on in Rockaway. I have it down to a science now. First, I lay out the tools. Then I go to the deli for beer. I clean up the area where you have to crawl under the house to screw the plugs into the pipes, and remove the cap from the pipe that gives access to the water line, and then—voilĂ !—my wonderful neighbor T. comes over and does all the work, assisted by me and a bottle or two of Budweiser. We were in luck: no leaks. I cleaned, put a fresh battery in the tide clock, which was still accurate for high tide during the full moon, and stayed to see the full moon rise over the ocean, yellow-orange, between clouds.

Next: the rosebush.

8 comments:

Andrew said...

Now, that's a wisteria. Beautiful!

Tracy said...

yay!!
I just discovered at least 20 tight flower buds on mine.
it's nice to see yours so full in blossom

lucette said...

The wisteria is pretty marvelous!

MJN/NYC said...

Thanks! I love the way it unfurls downward. And the color, of course. (Why was there no shade of Crayola called Wisteria?)

erieblue said...

It's like a waterfall.

tricia said...

I was strolling around Cleveland this past weekend, admiring other people's wisteria. Some I've seen bloom for over 20 years now, and I look for them each spring. You're right--location makes all the difference. My favorite drapes over a crumbly brick wall. Romance!

bluenose belle said...

A successful gardener and an apt plumber: congratulations. When the revolution comes you'll be set. Que brava!

Kristin Ohlson said...

Alas, my own wisteria is a curse. No blossoms for about three years, only vines that choke shrubs and small trees and yank at my neighbor's garage gutters.