Wisteria

I’m wistful for wisteria.

To have some of our own, growing on a trellis or fence, would be loverly. Wisteria grows wild here this time of the year, winding and climbing up other trees, sending forth a sweet fragrance that makes me smile.

It marks Spring’s arrival for me, flanking the roadsides like violet cheerleaders celebrating the new season.

Yes, I’m definitely wistful for wisteria.