I bought a wisteria shrub on Sunday. I love wisteria. It's so pretty. Yet the people at the nursery warned me repeatedly that wisteria will pull down anything it grows on. Clearly they could tell that I do not know what the hell I'm doing. Though the wisteria is still in its pot, curled contentedly around a piece of wood, I can't help imagining that it's related to the pitcher plant in Little Shop of Horrors, just waiting to be unleashed on my unsuspecting fence.
My industrious neighbor has planters of violets and pansies hanging from the porch already. IT'S APRIL! It's still cold a lot. I am so not that dedicated.