I kept watering the potted wisteria and kept hoping that my husband and son would get together to build the arbor some weekend. This didn’t happen until my birthday in August. I happily put the little wisteria in the ground next to one of the supports, never worrying about the poor quality of the soil there. Somehow I had gotten it into my head that wisterias like lean soil.
Years passed. The wisteria put out a little growth and I wondered how it had ever gotten its reputation as a vigorous weed. My husband swore at it and said if it didn’t grow to the top of the support (about 12 feet) by the spring of 2000 he was going to rip it out. The plant heard and duly warned it reached the top and rapidly began spreading out across the top of the arbor. I did my part and started topdressing with lots of compost, and watered it well. I learned that wisteria love rich soil and water.
Five years later the wisteria provided the shade I had longed for. But no blooms. Then in 2006 it was filled with breathtaking bloom. We could hardly believe it. We took pictures. We invited friends over to admire it. We ate under it. We marveled.
The winter of 2006-07 was bad with temperatures that fluctuated. Very cold then almost warm. In the spring of 2007 we thought the wisteria was dead, but couldn’t bring ourselves to do anything radical like take it down. In fact, new shoots kept coming up from the roots and we thought we could kind of start all over.
This spring we watched a few buds struggle to fatten during wisteria bloom season and thought again about taking it down. Then we realized some of those buds were flower buds. And look where we are now. In my own better late than never way, the wisteria has several blooms and the foliage is again spreading over the arbor.
So many lessons. First, do better research when planting. Second, get a plant in the ground as fast as you can. Third, be patient. Fourth, even in the face of death, remember that life will not be denied. Procrastinate. Be patient. Celebrate!