Almost entirely shaded by the canopy of the wisteria is a red rose.
I have a choice to make: do I allow the rose to be plunged into eternal shadow, do I prune the wisteria severely back, or do I try to grow the red rose taller so as to form one side of an arch? (You can see through the leaves of the silverberry bush to the right how high it’s gone already.)
Nature has a habit of answering these dilemmas herself, though – I may end up having no choice at all.
This rose bush is bearing its last blooms before autumn.
It looks completely hemmed in, but in fact the nearer stake is tall, taking the wisteria up and away, while the upright in the middle of the photo is a telegraph pole some distance away.
I don’t know what possessed the wisteria to produce a single late bloom.
Anyway, here it is hanging over the thornless bramble which grows next to it.
I can’t resist another photo of the wisteria.
This time underneath it (not very visible) is Giovanni, the young man who’s come to help in the garden.
He’s strimming the grass on the steep slope with the long flower tassels brushing his head and shoulders.
This is how the wisteria looks now.
The rose arch may be above head height, but those cascades of purple flowers caress the head like a lace veil.
It seems Galileo is out of the woods – we pick him up today!!
The wisteria is at its perfect stage.
The flowers on the long racemes are open at the top but tail away to buds at the bottom and the leaves are just unfolding.
It can be a bit visually overpowering when it’s all open.
It’s windy today so I had to catch this shot between gusts.
The photograph shows the wisteria in April 2014.
Since then it’s extended onto the structure to the right, and also flowed into the arms of a rambling rose which forms an archway over some steps below.
I’ve never pruned it before.
The first job was to cut down the hefty lowest arch of the rose bower so that going down the steps isn’t so challenging – a sad task because it had so many healthy shoots on it.
Then, tomorrow or sometime, I’ll have to follow the snaking stems of the wisteria with my eye so as not to cut off something too vital.
Apart from being tangled and intertwined, the wisteria is rather too big for its location. With a plant like this, you could cover a whole house!