Wistful Wisteria

A moment before this, an Isabel tail was sticking straight up through the iris blades, fluffed with furry excitement.

Alas, I missed the moment. Whatever she'd pounced on moved, or bit back, and she shot out of there like a bolt of grey lightning.

Fine cocktail hour entertainment.

And a lovely end to a lovely day. I worked my way back into Sterling. (Thanks to KAK for nattering with me about it.) We went for the first bike ride of the season, checked out the local garden place.

I bought a Wisteria vine.

Does this seem like not such a big deal?

It is. It truly is. In fact, it's enough of a deal that I've apparently already blogged about it before. I'm always amused to find, after almost 1.5 years of blogging, when I've used a label before on a topic I thought I'd never mentioned. But there it is: Wisteria. And the post is even titled Wisteria Hysteria.

It's interesting for me to read that post from May 28 last year. (Apologies if it isn't interesting for you...) We ended up not moving to Canada. And even though I could have dragged all of my plants to Santa Fe, in the end we flat ran out of room, at 11 o'clock at night, in the moving truck. So I neither had a plant sale, nor gave them away - I left a bunch of them there in the sun room, for the new owners.

I wonder sometimes if they've taken care of them or if they all got kicked to the curb.

I'm not allowed to wax sentimental about my abandoned houseplants, however. The bougainvillea made the cut, but the hibiscus and orchid stayed behind. The orchid was in pretty dire shape anyway and people would give me these "are you completely nuts?" looks when I talked about how it could come back.

I get those looks a fair amount.

But, yesterday I bought and planted a wisteria vine, which I know will grow here, because I've seen them on other houses. One house we looked at shot straight to the top of my list because it came pre-wisteriaed.

Now I have one to nurse along. Funny how things work out.