On Wisteria and other things

Wisteria is in full bloom this week.  As I drove home, I kept thinking what a funny plant it is.  Most of the year, is a straggly thing that grows in the wrong places.  And then, for one brief snippet, it is glorious.
 Like grace.  Most of the time,  we don't even think about it.  We may ask for it.  We might feel like we give it. Or get it.  And every once in awhile, it's so in our faces that we can't ignore it.  It's glorious.
  We're supposed to treasure those moments. And make room for them in our schedules, or friendships, and wish we didn't have to lists.  Not like me.  When I moved into our house, I didn't recognize Wisteria.  I spent two years wresting it out of the ground, and cutting it back.  Now, it seldom presents.  I did that, and I shouldn't have.
It's a privilege to give Wisteria, and Grace, room to thrive, and see it thrive.