When we moved into our neighborhood one of the things I loved most was seeing the clumps of wisteria dripping off houses in the springtime. I wanted those flowers hanging off our front porch each April, too. So I planted a vine a couple years after moving in. Someone told me it takes at least five years to bloom, but it’s an aggressive plant so we’ve had nice green leaves over our porch each year through the fall.
Last week as I arrived home from a morning run I spotted a splash of purple peeking through. My wisteria was blooming! I planned to capture the moment with a nice photo shoot. But I walked though the door and the morning routine took over (Smoothies, please! Can I help with the bananas? Hadley’s hitting the table! Where’s Bunny? I don’t want to wear that shirt. What time is your last appointment? Have you seen my keys?)
So the picture was only captured in my mind. When I looked out this morning the blooms were all withered up. But take my word, as the sun rose and fresh dew clung to the petals that morning, it looked just like this:
photo by mbt photo via Flickr