It's time for the annual celebration of this wisteria. I love wisteria, but have had so little luck in growing it (and I've tried, ever since the balcony of my first flat in Bristol) that I haven't even bothered trying here. This might be a mistake: it obviously thrives.
So strange putting this Southern Californian spring alongside my father's description on Skype of spring in Wimbledon: an unprecedented number of daffodils, apparently; primroses; the magnolia nearly out; holly blossom. It sounds as though it's coming into full Easter mode, ready for next weekend: I wish I could see it ...
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