Gardens are slow.
I have an image in my mind of how things will look, and slowly, slowly, painstakingly slowly, some things are starting to look in reality the way they do in my mind. The lights glittering among the Wisteria is one of the successes.
Planted just two years ago, the Wisteria has rushed up the pergola and in some places has traveled across the top. And the formerly naked lights are now nestled among the leaves, just the way they are supposed to.
I can hardly wait till spring, when there are flowers too, to be back-lighted, and side-lighted, and front-lighted.