I was absolutely delighted to see this wisteria in the fallow garden this morning! This is a flavour I have been wanting to try and my chance has arrived. I’ve already started researching how to use it!
I also love wisteria because I usually see it blooming magnificently in California - the other place where my heart lives. When I saw this wisteria, I thought of a sunny lunch in Sonoma with my brother and sister-in-law (love and miss you both + C.!) in early April at The Girl & The Fig, a cold glass of local rose sipped slowly in the honey sun and figs as promised, served in my salad. On our way to the restaurant we walked by a large, luxurious wisteria sprawling across the front of a historic building, spilling down the left side. I stopped to snap some photos and texted one to a friend.
This memory drew up another memory from my bank: A dazzling day in Napa, fun, surprising, energetic and lively. A tree was dripping peaches onto a front lawn. I picked one up off the ground and inhaled its sun warmed and luscious scent. Took a big bite. My sister-in-law captured the moment with her camera and the woman who owned the house came out to greet us. She told us that her tree was bountiful and we should take as many of her big juicy peaches as we would like.
Years later, just about a year ago now, I wrote a poem about it.
