This wisteria vine grows outside my bedroom window and blossoms each spring. It never ceases to surprise and inspire me. My husband hates the vine for its invasiveness. In the summer, it sends out tendrils that cover the walkway and the crepe myrtle next to it. Nevertheless, I beg its forgiveness and continue to save its life. The beauty is sacred to me and food for the bees. I wrote a little haiku.
wisteria wakes
a scented hello to bees
whispers welcome spring








I love your haiku and your love of wisteria. I wish wisteria could grow up here. It’s always been a favorite. Thanks for sharing.
Your haiku is beautiful. Continue to save your wisteria.
Lovely – Save the Wisteria! Perhaps we should have buttons printed. Is wisteria fragrant – we don’t have it in the north – or at least not that I’ve seen.