Wisteria

This afternoon, driving home, I smelled it: sweet, floral. I always smell the wisteria before I see it. Later, walking in a tiny pine wood area, I could smell it again, but tracking the wind, I still couldn't find the blossoms. Finally, I saw the spiral-twisted vines hanging from the pines and looked up. There they were, high in the trees hanging like a bunch of grapes.