Finally started the wisteria transplant project or, the “move the wisteria so Tyler doesn’t have to climb on the roof to perform surgery to remove said wisteria from power and cable lines every three weeks because you said the blooms were so pretty but I haven’t seen the blooms in the ten years I’ve lived here because it’s under too much shade don’t electrocute me” project. Plan is to have it climb the pergola (under which we were married eight years ago next week), meet its new clematis friends, and soak in the omnipresent backyard sun. Hopeful for blooms but happy enough to know I’ll no longer have to perform rooftop surgery or risk electrocution and/or causing further power outages.

And now, a look at the assistance offered by by my intrepid assistant:

This is going to be a long summer.