Bare, grey, snaking vines covered the pergola outside our back door when we arrived two months ago. We thought they might have been grape vines but they weren't, of course. They are wisteria.
This is a different variety to the blue-ish purple one with which I am familiar. It is mauve rather than violet, and the flowers when fallen are like little, puffy balls of confetti. The scent as we walk out the door is exquisite, and the intense colour draws the eyes upwards to the heavens.