Karen Logan
Seeing the wisteria each spring always reminds me of my mother. She and I would drive around looking for the blooming purple beauty and would often stop and smell them as well. She started some at our home and for 3 years we waited for it to bloom. One week after she passed away, they blossomed for the first time. I walked out of my door and there they were. I laughed and cried and smelled them, knowing she was watching over me at that moment. She's been gone 14 years and I still think of her daily and wish she was with me. I've moved around since then and am about to move into a new home. I plan to try and grow some wisteria in her memory.