Wisteria (September)

At the end of the searoad and the landroads of hope pushed forward and ambitions reignited, beyond the rutted tracks and boisterous sidestreets of settlement prolonged and the indigenous dispersed, further than the newly existent driveways of establishment gravel and along the heritage coloured wrought iron tracery hang the pale purple dreams of a since lost English spring sky. At the end of the wallaby kills and scaring off of wildlife, after clearing of pretty small natives and ringbarking of threatening giants, the landscaping and levelling, comes the set square of foundations and rows of orderly roses, the planting of the verandah vines that will turn into the unequal charm of the northern hemisphere, its softest dependent blooms hanging in space like victory garlands. At the end of an education in acquisitiveness, where risky investments turn right and a blind eye to misfortune is essential, where the online balances increase exponentially and offshore accounts sleep at night, the symbol of achievement sheds its petals on the stone-hearted paths, like the tears of unmentioned employees. At the end of a week of hit and miss appointments, a maybe interstate trip, lunch with the impossible egotist, a traffic jam without possible parallel, the Thursday from hell, and a gremlin that may as well have been a Trojan, is the weekend under the semi-permanence of anchored hangings. At the end of the natural cycle of winter rains and harsh frosts and overcast expressions comes a little spring sunshine all afternoon, when the grass untangles and the floorboards relax and the brickwork warms lukewarm and the waterblue blossoms riffle as though this were a myth-like Eden. At the end of the crumbled backstreets and the swirling freeways and shopfront high streets and leafy crescents and overhead detours and scrunchy paths and concrete driveways climb the swirl and leaf and overhead of resplendent blues, heavenly to the eye. At the end of the deep loam and swishing gravel, the bug-aerated earth and mulch-piled surfaces, the wrinkled root systems and absorbing trunk, the twisting tendrils and secateured stems, flow the extravagant survivors, their survival a matter of being extravagant.