Once upon a time Sister Murray was a garden angel to me.
She shared little bucketfuls of oxallis bulbs, fairyflowers, wisteria starts, great advice and
so much encouragement. I loved talking with her but most of all loved listening to her.
Her sweet smile and great faith so inspired me;
and so did her two very green thumbs.
The Wisteria she gave me not only grew,
but moved right in to flourish with the English Ivy family and
all of them completely cover the backside of the shabby olde potting shed.
I do believe it took longer than seven years to finally bloom.
But bloom it does; every May or so.
I love sitting at my desk in the greenhouse here and looking out at
perky wrens and sparrows and cardinals landing on these vines.
The sweet scent of these dainty bloomers remind me of my dear friend
Three or four years ago, my Mentor Cora was talking about wisteria and
how she loved when the seed pods explode.
Listening to her describe their kaboom, I really thought she was exaggerating abit.
So when my wisteria pods dried on the vine I gathered some and left them in
our bedroom. One day this loud noise was heard. "What the heck was that?"
I discovered the exploded pod and dried seeds all over the place.
I really didn't think I'd hear anymore but we sure enough did.
They really truly do make a racket!
She was not exaggerating one lil bit.
This morning, I carried the little wicker basket (pictured up above) outside with me,
and snipped the very dry seeds off the vines.
Some had already popped and the split in two pods were strewn on the grass.
But I did manage to find a small batch of whole pods.
A couple years ago, I planted a few seeds and they grew really well in pots.
I later transplanted them down in the woods near our creek.
Hopefully in five years or so there will be beautiful lavender clusters
dangling from treetops.
A garden girl can dream.
When I set this basket on the shelf in our bedroom,
I later noticed the lamplight shining just so and
this scripture picture came to be.
You're welcome to use and share it.
ps. I've read in the language of flowers, Wisteria means devotion and it's been said a vine
can live for one hundred years.
Such a romantic name for a romantic flower.