I found this poor tree twisted up by vines while I was trekking through the backwoods at a local park. It’s hard not to feel sorry it, constricted as it is – and given my penchant for personifying things, I almost wanted to brings some clippers back and set it free. But all those twisting vines certainly made for a beautiful trunk, so perhaps there’s a life lesson in there somewhere. Maybe the things we think are holding us back are just forcing us to grow in a new and beautiful way.
Hoo, boy, I better watch out, or I’ll be waxing poetical all over the place. And that stuff is hard to clean up.