I’ve been up the scaffolding. Oh dear. The scaffolding really shouldn’t still be here by now. We have been encased around our back passage for over two months. Trying to pinpoint the exact place where a leaking roof is letting in water is a lot trickier than you think.
Summertime, the wisteria and scaffolding is not a great combination. We were told by the tree expert to enjoy one last summer of the BEAST of a wisteria before it is chopped early autumn. It has outlived its purpose and its footprint.
So much for enjoying the wisteria. The scaffolding went up one week, and then the wisteria blooms started to emerge the next. It was all under cover and in disguise for the brief blossoming period for its one last stand.
Now we reached that time in the wisteria cycle where the green wisps and shoots start to accelerate almost day by day whenever there has been a downpour. Wisterias love something to hold on to. The scaffolding is making for the ideal makeshift pergola.
So that’s why I’ve been up the scaffolding. It’s two stories high and I’m scared of heights. What could possibly go wrong?
The view was quite stunning but I didn’t dare look. I was too busy with my secateurs, clip, clip, clipping away at the wisteria.
I came down from the structure and had a charming conversation with a local coffin dodger. “You’ve got a lovely garden,” she observed. I then went into a bit of a potty mouth rant about the scaffolding.
Fuck this shit, etc.
This time next year hopefully there will be no scaffolding and I very much doubt there will be any wisteria either. Make the most of it whilst you can, we were told.