Mass wisteria
Remember I told you Erica and I sortied on Friday, ending up at the park?
Well. For the sake of clarity I must elaborate.
We only went to the park because we were I was looking for wisteria.
Purple is my favorite color, besides black which is really my favorite color, which makes me officially weird, I know.
But I'm good with it.
Wisteria is not my favorite flower; nor is lilac, although I dearly love them both, and for the same reasons: their color and their fragrance.
Like most people, I am also enraptured by roses.
My favorite flower, however, is the gardenia. Not that anybody asked.
But partly because of the purple, a wall of wisteria, blooming wild and tall and free as it does for a few days of a mild South Carolina April, is an irresistible sight.
And I wanted some pictures of this miracle, and so we set out.
There was no wisteria at the park where Javier enjoyed standing beside the rapids and where we met geese in addition to other dogs.
So at the conclusion of that adventure we went driving around and eventually we came upon as ideal a display of wisteria as I have ever witnessed.
It was glommed onto a brick building and thriving in riotous profusion, mingled rapturously with shooting vines of butter-yellow Lady Banks Rose.
To look at it made you think yellow and purple is the only color combination that matters, challenging even the blue and white above it.
Adding to the charm of the scene was the fact that this little building with its clinging blossoms is situated beside a railroad track.
So I took some pictures -- for you, all for you -- and here are a few of them, mingled rapturously with the poetry of my favorite poet, Emily Dickinson.
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... during March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God.
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Nature rarer uses Yellow
Than another Hue.
Saves she all of that for Sunsets
Prodigal of Blue
Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly
Like a Lover's Words.
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Spring comes on the World --
I sight the Aprils --
Hueless to me until thou come
As, till the Bee
Blossoms stand negative,
Touched to Conditions
By a Hum.
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Happy April Monday ~ Happy Week
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Reader Comments (6)
I wish we could grow wisteria here. I've seen it a few times, but it's rare. I love to see it covering an arbor.
Ahhhh Miss Jenny! These shots are Gorgeous and also one of my favorites. My Mom had a Huge one on her fence...loved it! And you can take shots of Javier All Day Long!!Hahaa...SO Precious!
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Oh how glorious! What a fruitful adventure. You are remarkable. Love wisteria too, oh and I`m afraid my favorite is a gardenia too.
I love lilacs. When I was age 3 - 11, I lived with my parents (of course) in Cleveland, Ohio. On one side of our yard, the full length of the yard, were lilac trees. Short, gnarly branches that we kids would play on, while we were covered in the leaves and blossoms (and wonderful scent) of the trees. It was magical. I loved it.
After my hubby and I moved here many years later, I ordered some lilac from one of those seed catalogues, turns out they were lilac climbing vines, not lilac trees. DO NOT plant those unless you want them to take over your property, ha.
i almost immediately hit the "pin it" on my drop down then i was reminded that i could be imprisoned for doing so. Having said that - picture perfect xoxo
@sallie ... Girl what are you smoking over there? You can pin it. Pin it!