Out of Time Wisteria

Basil and I Cecilied forth in the relative cool of the evening for walk on the Green Lane. Impossible to walk him in the heat.

We delivered a jar back to Marina round the corner, who makes jams and jellies and chutneys to sell on a rack on her drive. She does appreciate having her jars returned. At the front door where I put the jar on the step, because the rack had been taken inside, there was this beautiful bloom of wisteria. In June, rather than May. Presumably taking refuge on the shady side of the house.