I am so pleased that my Wisteria bush is blooming this year. It has special meaning for me since brother Patrick sat in the front yard on the hill with me the day I planted it. It was hot out and the ground was hard as rock. It took me a good while to dig the right size hole even though the plant was small at the time. Patrick gave me a break and helped dig for a little while. I hope he is looking at it and saying "we did good".