Tuesday, May 5, 2009
We signed the lease and came out to our new little rental to find that the wisteria had been brutally chopped back to a nub. I nearly cried.
To my continuing dismay, it still has not grown back. With all this rain, with everything else blossoming, I thought for sure it would come back. I looked closely at it this afternoon, and there are little budding leaves there; it's not totally dead.
Yesterday, I saw a beautiful photograph of my boss's porch, taken earlier this week. Wisteria flowers frame the view heavily. It's lush and gorgeous, and it makes me sad about my wisteria that never had a chance.
I wonder what I can do to rescue it? As soon as this paper I'm writing is all turned in, I am going to plant some flowers, beautify my front porch, make it an idyllic place to hang out on summer days for as long as I am able to live in this house.