"Wisteria woke me this morning,
And there was all June in the garden;
I felt them, early, warning
Lest I miss any part of the day.
Straight I walked to the trellis vine.
Wisteria touched a lifted nostril:
Feelings of beauty diffused, to entwine
My spirit with June's own aura."
- Ann McGough, Summons
Written by Carolyngail at Sweet Home and Garden Chicago All rights reserved
Your wisteria is amazing. Bet it took a lot of patience for it to get this big and beautiful. Today, I've mused about the lowly rose, which also has a bit of charm to some.
ReplyDeleteLovely, your wisteria, long finished blooming here.
ReplyDeleteI finally remembered that the first is Muse Day.
How lovely, Carolyn. I'm up with a small offering ... Happy June :)
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ReplyDeleteHi Carolyn,
ReplyDeleteOh yes, I love my wisteria as well..and now I have your poem to enjoy along with its ethereal blooms.
I've posted a poem of hope...a poem about rain after a drought by an Irish poet. We've had over 120 days without a good rain.
Happy Garden Muse Day/ David/ Tropical Texana
Carolyn, I didn't even know one could GROW wisteria this far north! You must have a very secluded spot?
ReplyDeleteThanks all. Shady, it's a Chinese Wisteria and is hardy in zone 5.
ReplyDeleteWe too have wisteria, the same variety at my mother-in-laws, zone 5. Every year it brings the grace and beauty along her fence as in your image. It really is an old plant and I hope when they move on, whoever gets the property, leaves the wisteria in place.
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