Acknowledging the mystery of wisteria,
the 18th century Japanese poet Yosa Buson once wrote:
In pale moonlight
the wisteria's scent
comes from far away.
Here in the Shire, just before Easter,
the dusky lavender wisteria began to bloom.
Cascades and waterfalls of pale purple
spill over trees and shrubs along the roads,
and for a time, we will drive past a tangled wall of violet.
But in the still of night, if you are standing in the right place,
its delicate perfume will encircle you.