We’ve lived in our house for five springs now, and only twice have we had a full bloom on the tree wisteria in the side yard. Usually frost gets the young blossoms, whose flowering coincides with that of the apricots and plums; when the wisteria blossoms die, so too does the hope for a big harvest (or any harvest at all) from these lovely stone fruits. This year, we have blooms.
This picture doesn’t do it justice. The smell is delicately sweet.
And of course the blossoms are gorgeous.
Here’s hoping this turns out to be a fruitful year! I *adore* apricot jam, don’t you? Or plum jam, or dried apricots AND plums, and clafoutis, and dicing them up in salads, and and and…