Wisteria

 

I walked to the pharmacy this morning to collect a prescription for someone who could not get out and delivered it to their home. On the way back I met a friend I had not seen for many months. We had a long socially distanced chat before I returned home. I was gone so long my husband had started to wonder where I was, but my coffee that he made, in anticipation of my return, was at perfect drinking temperature.
 
A few days ago I mentioned that my purple Wisteria had died. Well today while I was looking for my blip I discovered that it is not quite as dead as I thought.  There were two small patched with flowers on, but many of the branches that you can see in the picture are actually dead. I am pleased that I had not cut it down!
 
The temperature at GMT noon was twenty-three degrees Celsius.