The wisteria (glycine in French) is like the little girl who had that curl, right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, she was very, very good, but when she was bad … well, you know the rest.
So here in the beating heart of Daglan, we have a couple of examples that prove the point about wisteria’s mysterious ways.
First off, here’s a look at a vine that’s growing on the front of an old stone house, not much more than 100 metres from our home:
Now, for a completely different experience, here’s a close look at the wisteria vine across the front of our home, with its few (rather pathetic) attempts at flowers:
To see the flowers, you will need to put on your reading glasses. Or whip out your electron microscope. And this is the “exciting” part of our wisteria duet, because the vine on the right side of our front steps has absolutely no flower action.
I think it may be time to try the advice of our friend Helen — which is to speak very, very strongly to the vines. Apparently, she says, they may respond to sharp criticism.