For me the smell of wisteria means home. My earliest recollections include memories of sitting in my Grandma's porch swing. Behind the swing was a trellis loaded down with the purple blooms of a wisteria. I remember passing many a spring day in the porch swing inhaling the sweet perfume of the wisteria and listening to the drone of bees while reading a book.
We also had a wisteria at my parents house. Under it's spreading branches was a stack of bricks that I used as a oven, leaf press and anything else my imagination could come up with. It was one of my favourite places to idle away a spring/summer day.
Today I am lucky enough to have two wisteria down in the Whiskers Memorial Butterfly Garden. The delicate white and purple blooms are a lovely way to welcome spring to Mississippi.
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