Thursday, June 12, 2008


"w.of.26"


"wisteria.vine"

Sue sent me a lovely pic of flowering wisteria - light purple lillac like blossoms.

I have always loved the vine although lately discovered in my own yard its invasive "qualities." I remember a few years ago the vines being in full perfect blossom one day and I thought to myself how many times in a life can one see this?

Florists disturb the natural cycle - tulips in August.

11 comments:

Bev said...

It is delightful and I have always thought this. You may like to see a picture of a Yorkshire cottage festooned with it which I will post on my blog today.

Sue O'Kieffe said...

i never saw wisteria until i moved to california. it seems like such a present whenever i see it, somehow out of place. shouldn't i be in the south and watch it growing on my veranda while i sit in a rocker and sip iced tea?
i hope you place with this photo some more...
~sue

Nora said...

Wonderful, John. Of course, with my bourgeois heart I prefer the second one, that can't be helped. It seems that, when offered a choice, I go for less abstraction. It's in the nature of the animal.

I don't know what a wisteria is in Dutch and I don't know if I have ever seen one. I will pay attention from now on and see if I can spot one when I am out walking Jesker.

Frances said...

We are blessed with one too. When we arrived here we discovered that our romantic predecessors had allowed it to grow into the utility room and it was lifting the roof off and had rotted all the woodwork.... It was so pretty in there. I wish it bloomed for longer. Nature just doles these precious moments out.
So do horticulturalists.
BTW I love these pictures, you are clever aren't you? So what is your son going to wear for his dance? with his jeans I mean?

John said...

Greg wore khaki cargo shorts - extra pockets above the knees - and a purple polo shirt. He had a memorable night....college aged go go dancers hired by a slick pimpy DJ.

Frances said...

youth, where is your sting.o? or am I misquoting?
dance.ago.go

John said...

My first dance was in eighth grade in san francisco and my first dance was with a girl I never saw again. We danced to the Chambers Brothers' "Time Has Come Today" and it was the long album version which is fifteen minutes long and rambles endlessly. We were inexperienced dancers and we started to laugh, but we stuck out the song etc.

I remember her introducing me to her dad at the end of the dance.

She probably bought microsoft stock early on....does not sell seashells by the seashore.

I have that long song on my iPod but never play it.

Jean Levert Hood said...

Oh yes, violet and green! Gets me every time. I like Version #2.

I painted several wistera the past few months. They were blooming in Louisiana and Mississippi on my early spring visit. Invasive, yes. Gorgeous, yes!

Lisa Sarsfield said...

I saw Tulips in the supermarket the other day, $7.99 NZD for 6. Over $1.00 a flower. Needless to say I didn't buy any!
love the buttercup warmth of the first photo. I am sure the other 2 have purple boas hidden in them but you secrets safe with me:)

Lisa Sarsfield said...

I saw Tulips in the supermarket the other day, $7.99 NZD for 6. Over $1.00 a flower. Needless to say I didn't buy any!
love the buttercup warmth of the first photo. I am sure the other 2 have purple boas hidden in them but you secrets safe with me:)

Frances said...

hahah I love that - my teenage years were as arbitrary. I was amazed at how other people had a straight line plot to their lives, like notes for a novel. Mine was so random. My life is like a second hand jigsaw, a lot of the pieces are from someone else's picture and most of the edges seem to be missing.
that could be a theme for a post.
I started one about the music played at our first dances, but got unstuck with You Tube - so it is still in draft form.... but hey! you've done it without prompting.