A couple of years ago I decided to let the wisteria vine grow up strings to the gutter-line in the front of the house. It was a tricky job keeping the tendrils from exploring inside the roof and although it kept the verandah lovely and cool last year, I'd almost resolved to chop it right back this year. And I still might.
But I'm glad I haven't got around to it yet, because this last week it has been a real treat for eyes and nose as the glorious lilac racemes drip like soft bunches of delicate grapes all across the front of the house. Visitors have to almost enter a pale purple cave to come inside! And when we open the back door, the spring breeze wafts the gentle scent all through the house.