Look Ma, no drugs!

Each time I look up through the tangle of flamboyant Spring blossoms on our wisteria vine, the lyrics of the song "Purple Haze" run through my mind. The heady, heavy fragrance messes with your brain, enveloping it in a fog of purple, mesmerising and soporific.
Jimi Hendrix has been quoted as saying that the song did not refer to an acid "trip"but was about a girl he met and loved but then in the 'sixties you did not come right out and admit to drug taking did you?
Poor Jimi, he did some good stuff.
The etegami I drew can only hint at this all enveloping experience, just a taste (or a sniff).

(Disclaimer: This etegami was made using no artificial stimulants besides iced tea)!

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).