I missed it again: the annual, one-day only Wistaria Festival in nearby Sierra Madre, California. There I was, one day, standing in front of our house admiring the first few lavender petals on our vine. Spring must really be here, I thought. The jasmine outside Mimi’s window smells like heaven. The wisteria is blooming. The annual Wistaria Festival (they spell it differently) must be coming soon. But then I got caught up in finishing one project, another, planning a trip to San Francisco – where I met the very awesome Linda Davick and her groovy husband Tom! – and before I knew it, I had completely forgotten this year’s festival, which was on March 14th. Alright, next year, we’re going, even if we have moved to another state.
Wisteria is everywhere here in southern California and it is beautiful. It frames some of the old Craftsman-style homes in this area so elegantly. And the Wistaria Festival is the one chance that the general public gets to enter a private estate where the world’s largest wisteria vine grows. It’s over 100 years old, has more than 1.5 million blossoms every year with 40 blooms per square foot, and its branches reach an astounding 500 feet long.
See you at the festival next year.
The shots in this post are from houses in our neighborhood.
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Beautiful photos! There’s one particular neighborhood in the city, which has a lot of wisteria blooming. It’s beautiful. I lost the photos that I took of it last year I hope to be able to go there very soon to take some new shots.
How cool that you got to meet Linda!
Paz
LOVE wisteria! and i imagine that i’ve missed it here, too…(some wonderful spots for it in the university’s aboretum).