The wisteria in my garden, which clambers to the north wall of my terrace, is about to bloom. And I am getting impatient. It is as though this is my own spring.

Addendum I (March 21, 2019)

So many days later, the wisteria is in bloom. Purple flowers are everywhere in my garden and on my terrace. It is as though it was waiting for the official onset of the spring. To my joy, chestnuts on the hotel terrace and on Barbacan are sprouting their first leaves, as well. They, too, appear to have waited for the official date. At any rate, the spring is here at last. Although a few more freezing days may still come our way, the winter is over for good. And I feel no less than victorious. My own spring is here at last.

Addendum II (April 6, 2019)

The pergola in my garden and the fence on the north wall of my terrace are quite a sight right now. Upon my return from Zagreb, I am compelled to walk out on the terrace every once in a while. The purple heaven is mindboggling. Given the latest dip in temperature, as well as the abundance of rain the last few days, the flowering is likely to last much longer than usual. It may well continue for another week or two, and my terrace will be one of my favorite places for the stretch. To my chagrin, though, my beloved is not here to enjoy the wisteria together with me. With some luck, she will come to Motovun while it is still in bloom. Fingers crossed.

Addendum III (April 28, 2019)

To my joy, my beloved spent a few days with me during the Easter holidays, when the wisteria was in full bloom still. The weather was great, and so we reclined on the terrace for many hours each and every day. It was wonderful, indeed. By now, the flowers are wilting already, but they are still quite a sight. And their fragrance is mentioned by quite a few people in Motovun. Those with good noses can smell the flowers from quite some distance. I hear from some of them that it can be detected all the way to the loggia on top of Borgo, which is at least a hundred paces away from my house. Returning to my beloved, she has a mighty nose, too. And she enjoyed the fragrance each time we went for lunch at Martina’s, which is in the archway between the lower and upper squares. The bliss.