Wisteria
I liked the way the wisteria billowed over the fence but Mary and my mother said it needed cutting back so that's what we did this afternoon- my mother and I- she sitting in her wheelchair with a pair of secateurs, me on my feet with a pair of shears. It was very hot and three quarters of an hour of it drained me. I postponed sweeping up the clippings until after the sun had gone down behind the trees.
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I've no idea what species this is. Probably nothing very exotic.