Monday, September 27, 2010

Purple prose.

Funny thing about wisteria, until a few years ago I could not smell it without gagging.
This possibly dates back to a memory associated with the funeral of my great grandfather when I was about 9 years old.
Visually it was a feast but the feast was also nauseating. Luckily (perhaps with aging) my brain does not tell me to throw up when I smell it anymore. Hallelujah!
I planted this about 7 years ago and each year I have tolerated it better and can enjoy the lovely flowers. Just thought I would share a photo. (If you look through the trellis you can just see some of our new solar electricity panels - not hooked up to the grid yet...waiting,waiting).

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