
I’m all for an over-grown garden. I actually prefer plants that you can just let grow wild and tall… you know, like TREES. And especially since moving to Pennsylvania, I’m a big fan of hands-free gardens in the summer when it’s… HOT ALL SUMMER.
Wisteria, however, requires taming. Our wisteria has required taming all spring. It had become a little crazy – it was creeping up the side of the house, had already consumed a couple lamps and had rendered the shaded pergola more of a dark, sinister, green lair for mythical beasts with pointy teeth.*
Today, I geared up, applied copious sunblock and attacked.
It was 90 degrees. I’m sure the wisteria was not expecting me.
I ventured out with my faithful pruning shears. I bought really good ones a couple years ago and they’ve served me well. However, it quickly became obvious that they were not going to be up to the task for some of the bits that I wanted to remove.
Reinforcements would be required.
I sent the Fop to Home Depot for a bigger tool. While I continued to toil against the Wild Wisteria. Strangely enough, once I apply enough sunblock and accept that I’m going to be gross, it’s really not that bad to work out in the sun on a 90 degree day. Ok, now my hands are stiff and my back is unhappy with me… but at the time it seemed not that bad!
The Fop came back with Titanium clippers by Fiskars… They certainly did the job even if I’m still getting the hang of using long-handled clippers.
My other helper was my little green wheelie bucket. I have no other description for it other than “bucket on wheels” because it’s certainly not a wagon or a wheelbarrow. It held quite a bit more than I’d expected and was quite handy for removing the large volume of hacked off bits of wisteria. There’s now a rather enormous pile of dead wisteria in the back corner of the backyard.
I stopped for water breaks and to reapply sunblock. I trekked up and down the yard with my wheelie bucket. I had moments when I feared my faithful sheers were going to fail me and fall to pieces…

I was able to rediscover 2 lamp posts and several seating areas on the deck over the course of 3 hours. The grill is no longer in mortal peril of being claimed by the wisteria. And there’s something terribly satisfying about pruning a jungle down to something more civilized.
I suspect there may have been some over pruning on at least one side, but that was the creature trying to eat the house so I am willing to accept that loss if need be.
Then there was a dip in the pool, a quick shower, and a trip to Target for patio umbrellas that got slightly out of hand. I now have solar star lights for the wisteria. Why yes, you might call it a peace offering.
*I should point out that no actual beasts, mythological or otherwise, were found in my adventures.




















