Dug up, cut off from the parent plant, planted in the open in another soil, it somehow survived. Then watered and fertilized, cut back somewhat, it began to grow. The branches were trained, the weeds were kept away and it flourished.
This spring, the beauty that was always possible in the plant in the shady ditch, burst forth to enjoy its day in the sunshine at last.
Are there lessons in that or what?
Beautiful lessons! I can't smell wisteria without thinking of my grandparent's porch. Lovely memories.
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