The last of the Wisteria in my garden faded and fell on Mother's Day. Each year I wait for the week of floral glory. Not only are the flowers a visual treat and the new leaves a subdued bronze but also they exude an aroma which the soft Spring breezes spread throughout the house. Wisteria combines the best qualities of any flower and the brief display makes their beauty all the more poignant.
The rampant Wisteria vines are lovely in and of themselves but the cascading racemes of blossoms also carry a divine message to me. They present, a moral lesson about the passage of time and the need to pause and appreciate the world in the display. Flowers don't have to be beautiful. Their beauty and our ability to appreciate that beauty is my evidence of a positive plan to the universe. Each year we host a Garden Party to for all our friends to enjoy the Wisteria. This year, the Wisteria peak coincided with the Grandchild's second birthday. We were able to rejoice in two wonders at once! In hindsight, his childhood will seem as fleeting as the blossoms.
