For almost 20 years, starting in 1992, I worked as an editor at the Yale Alumni Magazine, and every day the weather and my schedule allowed, I walked that beautiful urban campus at lunch time. I came back to New Haven today for a reunion with my old colleagues and after taking the Shoreline East commuter train that carried me to work and home all those years—appropriately, I took a nap en route—I went for a brief trek before I joined the group at Mory's, the venerable saloon that serves as a faculty club. Yale is more than an architectural masterpiece. It features spectacular gardens and plantings, and one of my favorite horticultural sights is the Wisteria that blooms on the side of Berkeley College near the Sterling Memorial Library. I don't know how old the vine is, but it seems appropriately ancient: a perfect fit for the weathered stones. Every May, its gracefully dangling flowers cheered me. As if to say, "welcome back, stranger," the Wisteria blossoms cheered me again.