So today, after a day at the nursery (coupon in hand), Scott and I headed to the backyard to do some planting (after I cut the grass - DAMN that grass was tall ... ). Then Scott said, "wanna come up front and help me trim the wisteria?"
Now, we love wisteria. It's a vine that has gorgeous, fragrant flowers in the spring, and sometimes blooms again during the summer. We planted some around our front steps a few years back so that it would frame the porch. And it has.
Boy howdy, it has. It's INCREDIBLY fast-growing and tenacious. But it's taken over the front of the house, and needed to be dealt with.
So, at about 6:00 p.m. on a Sunday (the way we always do these kinds of things), we "trimmed" the wisteria. Well, half of it.
It looks so ... naked. But I'm kind of in a cleaning-up, starting-over mood. We do want to rip out the (neglected) front garden and do over, so this feels kind of good. But, it might be too much at one time.
Who knew gardening could be emotional. I'm such a geek.