Wisteria 2009

My wisteria. I love it and so do the big fat bumblebees.

 

Mr B, I haven't a clue what variety this would be. When we first moved here, I was grubbing out a place to try and grow *something*, never having seen orange clay before, I was stymied. A friend who is from these parts noticed a clump of wisteria and told me to get rid of that stuff, pronto! It will grow to the house and get in your foundations and basement and strangle you in your sleep, she said!
So of course, I had to grow some. Took a small shoot from the bunch and put it on a trellis. HA! In two years that trellis was twisted beyond recognition so I took the pruners to it and this is what I have. It shades my Fred Flintsome bench quite nicely and smells pretty much like heaven when it blooms.

Jean, I thought this one would be beaten all to hell when we had the storms and hail the other night but magically, it didn't do much damage to it. I must have a Wisteria Gardening Angel looking after me and my treasured plant.

 

Thank you, friends!

 

Thank you. That it ended up looking so zennish is purely by accident but I am very happy with the form.

 

Come get it, Ann. I'll even lend you a shovel. There's a couple suckers we, I mean, you could dig up.

 

Yeah well, you'll change your tune when you see my new shovel. It's special made for women like us'ns.

 

I swear woman, you work harder at getting out of work then it would take to get the dadgummed wisteria shoveled!

My special shovel has a good looking bartender attached to the handle end. Still think it wouldn't work for you?