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Not much going on here. We are down from 28 degrees yesterday afternoon to 10 today. Lights have been on all afternoon long. I did a bit of work in the garden in the morning when it was not yet raining hard, like scraping the dead blossoms of cherry tree and magnolia together. Finally I found out what had been bothering me this spring: our wisteria is gone. Technically she is not gone, because the trunk is still standing, but she has not sprouted this year. My read is that hubby has sawed off the plant´s roots last autumn, when renovation work on the backside of our house was due. Wisteria got planted about 20 years ago next to the children´s rooms and was thriving, bringing forth hundreds of umbels in spring, until hubby found that it had made it under the wood planking. That´s when he gave it a hard pruning back, yet the plant recovered. This year- nothing. Nada. Not a single leaf has sprouted. I know how hard it is to not make the fur fly. I have seen it with my parents: mum loved pretty flowers, pa loved his lawn. So when I came for a visit and they did not talk to each other I only had to ask What did he mow down today. Then the dam would break, mum would finally tell my father what he had done wrong and he would promise to be more careful next time. Too bad that pa tended to forgetfulness. It´s the same with hubby. He comes from a family where only vegetables were considered worth growing. Wisteria = poisonous = certainly not what one needs in a garden. So with each passing year some of our plants went missing and got replaced by more useful ones. Clematis had to go to make room for garden tools, jasmine got replaced by elder and so forth. Hubby did not err often, but when he did then spectacularly so. One year he excavated all sage and rosemary bushes, which had not yet begun to recover from winter- it was early spring, so they looked a bit ruffled. His biggest error was the cutting down of the flowering quince. Only after he had cut down and digged out he understood that we might have harvested the fruits for chutney and jam. Too late, now the offshoots are thriving in neighbour´s garden, and hubby is left with nothing. Serves him right! Too bad also that the next garden centre is out of the town´s border, so no visit without a valid Covid test! A new wisteria sounds tempting!