Ok, I would not consider myself a desperate housewife (not today, anyway) and I do not live on Wisteria Lane. I do, however, have a touch of wisteria envy.
One of my neighbours has the most beautiful wysteria plant growing up the front of her house. Living opposite, I get to see it all the time and so I can’t really complain.
I have a wisteria growing in my back garden which I planted about 10 years ago. Two years ago, after much loving care and patience, I spotted a flower in amongst the foliage. I risked life and limb climbing out of my bathroom window, onto our flat roof, in order to get a better look at the one and only flower.
Such was my excitement, while hanging upside down, I slipped and grabbed onto the nearest thing to hand in order to regain my balance (which just happened to be the wisteria) and somehow managed to yank the one and only flower off. I could have cried.
Two years on and it is now in full bloom and smells wonderful. It does not look quite as nice as the one in the photo but I absolutely love it