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Royal Wedding Shower
Other wonderful news...my wisteria has finally come into full bloom! Actually, last week it was at its peak, which is when these photos were taken:
There is something about wisteria, with its rich, heavy, fragrant flowers that hang down from the vine. I love it! I have a couple of vines in our front entry way that climb up the brick and meet in the middle overhead. I also have a monster vine in our backyard that starts down on the basement level by the pond, and climbs up one level, and goes all along our deck railing. I love how it creates some privacy during the summer months for us. We can lounge up there, or eat, or nap, or whatever, and we don't feel like all of the surrounding homes are joining us! The vine was getting a bit crazy last year and going up along the roof line, but I cut it back so that the highest it goes is along the deck railing. I don't want it messing with our soffit or roofing or any of that. I need it to be at my reach so I can control it a bit. We have learned a thing or two about growing wisteria. The most important is that it does not need or want to be babied and fussed over. In fact, I can't fertilize the lawn anywhere near where the backyard vine grows, or it won't flower the following year. Bob and I also have been known (in the fall or late winter) to take a heavy chain and also the claw of a hammer and beat the main stalk of the vine. It kick starts it into healing from its wounds and produces beautiful flowers the following spring. I think there is a pretty good allegory about life in that process. I think about it every time I look at those lovely wisteria blooms.
And lastly, an update on the snake. Bob and Robbie have scoured the backyard, several times over, and that old snake hasn't shown itself since it was there in all its glory waiting for me to happen upon it. I can't explain it, except to say that he is one smart cookie. Bob gave me a step-by-step tutorial on how to kill a snake with a shovel. When he said to bring the shovel down just so that it cuts its head off, I told him I wouldn't have any idea where that would be since my eyes would be closed during the process. I think I stumped him. I'm hoping that wherever the shovel comes down would be sufficient to end his life. At any rate, I don't even know if I could get close enough for any of that to happen. Maybe one of these days....