You are surrounded by gifts every living moment of every day. Let yourself feel appreciation for their presence in your life and take the time to acknowledge their splendor.
~Lou G. Nungesser
On the morning of the day that we left to start our trip out to Ohio, M left the house to go to work as usual and about ten minutes or so later, he came back to ask if I’d like to see the wisteria. Wisteria grows like crazy in the loblolly pines here on the Eastern Shore, climbing high into the trees, and in the spring the drooping clusters of purple flowers cascade back towards the earth from which they originate. M had seen some on his way to work and the early morning light, he said, was perfect. Zoom, zoom, off we went, me with camera in hand to take pictures to share. None came out as well as I’d hoped. That’s partially due to my decision not to change lenses or to bring another lens along. I didn’t want to delay M any longer than necessary and I’ve always figured I should work with what I have at hand when it comes to photography. Sometimes that works out. Sometimes it doesn’t.
I wonder, too, if my disappointment in the images stems from the fact that nothing beats standing there looking up at the tall trees and seeing these beautiful flowers tumbling down over the branches of the loblollies, their scent perfuming the air all around. It is a lot like trying to photograph the beauty and grandeur of the mountains of Colorado, or a field of flowers, or the ocean at sunset and moonrise. You can capture a portion of it, but to truly appreciate it, you have to be there.
In the Language of Flowers, wisteria (like most flowers) has a variety of meanings, but the one that stood out for me on this day is celebrating the youthful vitality of a child. It’s also a symbol for spring birthdays. Very appropriate for that day since we were getting ready to celebrate the youthful vitality and spring birthday of a child (that would be our grandson, in case you missed it).
We saw quite a bit of wisteria blooming as we made our way north and then west, off the island we call the Eastern Shore. (Before someone corrects me, I know that it is often referred to as a peninsula (or the Delmarva Peninsula), but the creation of the Chesapeake and Delaware Canal — which connects the Delaware River with the Chesapeake Bay — turned the peninsula into an island.)
There is a native, or American, wisteria. I have no idea if the wisteria growing across the Eastern Shore and over on the mainland is native or if it is the Japanese or Chinese variety. The flowers are all somewhat similar, making it difficult to tell. We don’t happen to have any growing on our property. I am thinking of planting some. If I do, it will be the native variety. Naturally.
By the time we returned home, the wisteria in most places on the Eastern Shore had finished blooming. The Empress or Princess Tree, whose flowers are similar, were blooming all over the place on the northern part of the island. It’s an invasive species that appears to be traveling quickly along the Eastern Shore.
I reckon that’s it for this Monday’s meander through the woods, the wisteria, and the past. I’ll be back soon with some walks around the pond in the Bogs where, in addition to Little Wookie’s birthday, we celebrated a second spring. Thank you for stopping by on this warm and windy day. I think I’ll head out to the Point at sunset. You’re welcome to join me. Sunset is at 7:54 PM. I’ll meet you there about twenty minutes before that so we can take a stroll on the beach.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂
A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy: 186) The scent of wisteria which lingers in my memory even after the blossoms are gone. 187) The beautiful blue of the sky today. 188) The return of the King Birds. 189) The blissfulness of meditation practice. 190) Lounging around and reading a good book. It’s one of the perks of being ill (but not so ill I don’t feel like reading!).