the leaf of the wisteria through which the sun darts his rays. murasaki shikibu.
i found myself falling in love with the wisteria. we arrived in france just when the wisteria began to bloom. and they hung so delicately. they were soft purple, and the leaves just beginning to unfold.
it might have been a chilly start to a late spring in france, but it was the perfect time for new blossoms, and we saw many of them.