I’d about given up on the wisteria growing at the side of our house. My husband kept telling me it was showing green under the bark, as I wrote on this blog a couple of months ago, but it wasn’t looking good to me. The branches looked dry, dull and brown. Then, on the morning of May 29, about the time the wisteria would be about to break into full, glorious bloom, I looked out the bedroom window where I could see the vine tumbling over the trellis, and there were a few green buds. Above is proof of its survival. Of course it won’t bloom this year, although you never know. I’m hoping it will push out a few blooms toward the end of summer. I’ll keep you posted. My beautiful ‘Graham Thomas’ Austin rose might be alive too. It reached ten feet last year and its yellow blooms were the highlight of the garden, but this spring it was a dry stick. I left it till mid-May, hoping it would resuscitate, but it stayed dead. Sadly, I cut down the branches I could reach and left the taller ones to Chris … “But there’s green comng up at the bottom,” he said when he finally got around to it. He’s right, but I wonder if it’s a true ‘Graham Thomas’. The shoots look like they might be growing up from below the bud graft, which means it could turn out to be a wild pink rose. I’m assuming my Austin is grafted…but to be honest I don’t know. I’m going to give the plants time to grow and, I hope, bloom and I’ll find out. Again, I’ll keep you posted. The new ‘Full Moon’ Japanese I planted last year almost bit the dust, too. It was late leafing out, but finally it did–part of it, away. It may end up a little lopsided, but that might add to its charm. I’m leaving it alone for now, because given the performance of many late-to-awaken plants this spring, the rest of it might eventually come to life too. But here’s my favourite survivor of winter. What exotic plant is this? My friend Arlene and I think it’s a honeysuckle–perhaps a mutation? She bought it at a garden centre last fall to put in a container on her front doorstep. It was a bare branch back then, apparently dead but gussied up with white paint and a dusting of glitter. When she pulled it out this spring, it had roots, so she stuck it in a pail beside her garden shed. In a few weeks not only had it sprouted leaves, it flowered.
“It’s come back from the dead,” Arlene says.