For a brief glimpse of glorious lavender blooms and a beckoning fragrance during March, I hack at these vines year ’round.

Today I said to He-who-mows that I thought the wisteria should go. “Yes,” he said, “It looks ragged.”

I was thinking of a different aliteration: wretched.

Wisteria slightly right of center, definitely ‘Ragged’ despite all the pruning I did all summer. It has scant rebloom from the stress of pruning.

Removing that vine and the boxwood it grows from will leave space to place another white Crape Myrtle like the one at left or extend the Oakleaf Hydrangeas from toward the street. Another option is to leave that space open once we see what it reveals.