We have two wisteria plants and for some reason they bloom at different times. This comes from the plant on the south side of the house.
I noticed the wisteria sending out runners along the wall of our back porch. I’m beginning to understand how the jungle took over the pyramids of South America.
I photographed this Thursday morning. Thursday afternoon when I came home from running errands, the wisteria runners were not there anymore. While I was gone, Hubby had also noticed that Mother Nature was making her move to take over. He relocated the vines onto the hurricane fence, directing them away from the house. I got lucky I didn’t defer this photograph any more than I already had. You just never know what’s going to happen.
It’s all about transformation
From seed to plant, bud to flower
New looks different than old
Without an audience
Blooms open, still
Poem #19 for NaPoWriMo and April Poetry Month