< chocolate, raspberry & liquorice >
My Grandma use to make us come and “visit” her wisteria when it was in bloom every year. I thought this a bit mental when I was a child.
Now I find myself wanting to do the same… Unfortunately, everyone seems to have the same enthusiasm for visiting my wisteria now as I had for visiting my Grandma’s a kid. Karma.
Only in hindsight can I appreciate how impressive my Grandma’s garden was. And her wisteria really was spectacular. She had trained it so it ran back and forth the entire length of the back verandah - like a cathedral of blossom. I’ll just pop mine on a cake.