Wisteria

Wisteria

Written by Madame Aradia

Sunday, 31 May 2009 16:03

With long purple or blue fragrant flowers, the wisteria is hard not to notice. Depending on the variety, wisterias bloom from April to June. Wisterias need lots of support as they grow, even a wisteria tree may need support for its heavy flowers and branches; so grow your wisteria over an arbor or trellis or fence. Wisterias can be planted in partial shade, but prefer full sun. You won’t get many flowers if you plant it in partial shade.

Though wisterias are common all over the globe, the varieties from Japan and China should probably be avoided....Latin names: Wisteria Sinensis and Wisteria Floribunda These varieties are evasive and could even be destructive to other trees it is planted near. The variety native to the Americas is smaller and slower growing and is much easier to control.

Wisterias are a symbol of friendship and welcoming in strangers and those new friendships...”I cling to thee” and “Meeting you means so much to me”.

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