When Wisteria Blooms
On the outskirts of Boiling Springs, NC, there is a place that is transformed from an ordinary clump of trees to a sea of lavender plumes. Every Spring it happens during a small window of time when wisteria blooms.
Around mid-April, gray trunks and branches are decorated with wisps of wisteria that sway with the wind. The fragrance is strong and sweet and is often carried through the town on gentle breezes. The beauty of the lavender and deep purple flowers is breathtaking and changes an ordinary area of trees into a beautiful display.
The wisteria is in full bloom and then, in a matter of days, it is gone. Gone. Like a whisper of the wind that comes and overwhelms the senses with beautiful sights and fragrant scents, it leaves as quickly and as quietly as it came. It leaves only traces behind, remnants of vines that blend in with the gray branches and trunks and soon hidden by the emerging green growth of spring. Passersby who missed the display of wisteria would never even know that it was there.
One year, I couldn’t wait for the wisteria to appear. I drove by one day and so enjoyed the sights and scents, but thought, “I’ll take a picture tomorrow.” (Manana, Manana.) But, one day turned into another, and when I finally got my act together to go and take photos, it was gone. Gone. I was so disappointed. I had missed it-that window in time when wisteria blooms. I had missed the moment of capturing the beautiful blooms, and it wouldn’t come again for another year.
So here’s the thing. Life is full of those wisteria windows…when we have but a moment to respond to a situation, or a moment to not respond. And I’m not talking about taking pictures. I’m talking about capturing moments. I’m talking about engaging and being involved with and enjoying the people around us. If I realize that things CHANGE so very quickly in this world, I am much more likely to be thankful for the things and people that are right in front of me instead of wishing for another place in time. I’m more likely to see the beauty that is there instead of saving it for another day. We have this moment. It will be filled with something…and then, it will be gone. It can be passively filled or we can be intentional about how we fill it.
I’ve let lots of “windows of wisteria” pass me by. I’ve missed so many moments when I’ve been focused on myself, or preoccupied with stuff that didn’t even really matter and robbed me of enjoying what was right there in front of me. But I’m learning to open my eyes. To see the beauty, and to enjoy the wonder…and to enjoy the people who are with me, right here, right now. That’s what we have.
Say the words. Smile. Love well. These are things we won’t regret…and that we will remember. And when you see wisteria blooming, breathe in and admire with wonder, because chances are, it won’t be there the next time you drive on by.
Windows of Wisteria
When wisteria blooms, it’s but a window in time
When the fragrant plumes reach down from on high
When the whispering wind moves in lavender vines
Wisteria comes as it goes
Wisteria blooms, in my world, in my life
Like the moments so fragile, so fleeting, so fine
Wisteria reminds me to breathe in and take time
to see beauty, engage, and enjoy
Bloom on, Breathe in, and Shine