This post is in response to the Weekly Photo Challenge, Resilient.
Here she is, my wisteria vine. She’s a bit naked at this moment, but the absence of her abundant (read overwhelming) foliage really lets me see just how persistent and actually strangling she has become. I’m really trying to decide if I should keep her or if I really need to just throw in the towel.
In my mind’s eye, she graces the stairway railing with flowing cascades of blossoms each spring. Lovely lavender (I’m guessing) ponytails of fragrance dancing over the edge of the railing.
She has never, not even once, lived up to the floral expectations I so loftily placed on her. I found her about 15 years ago, and knew it would take years before this young vine would be established enough to bloom. After about 5 years of waiting, I decided to read up on the care of the wisteria vine.
The year after I realized that she needed to be pruned in order to bloom, she did produce what seemed to be the perfect amount of bloom buds.
I was so excited and could not wait for her to bloom that year. It was pretty early in the season, and the baby buds perished when the weather turned frosty in April that year. I was devastated for I simply forgot all about her as I scurried to save all the early bloomers with bedsheets that evening. She really hasn’t produced any blooms since.
The vine is pretty overwhelming in the summer, and the vines are getting pretty hefty around the new posts of our two-year-old deck. It’s true – I had to chop her completely to the ground the year we extended the deck. But she came back, stronger than ever.
A truly resilient vine.
I do think she needs to go, though. The shield of privacy she provides is simply not worth the apparent stress she is placing on the railing she is using for support. Not only that, but she really leaves a mess along the stairwell. And she’s minimizing the actual space we have to climb up and down the steps to the pool.
I’m thinking a lightweight clematis would most likely be a bit more fitting for this location. I’m so sorry, Miss Wisteria, but I think this story is writing its final chapter.