Somebody made it elliptical, not angular: Things that start one-where end elsewhere. You keep trying, even if thwarted when, on a grey day, the sun won’t work as a talisman. Might as well be in a maze.
Trumpetvine, wisteria, plus princess flower. Bougainvillea, with its irksome papery tidbits dusting the ground. Jasmine that startles you when its musky hints appear. And what a bother: the tiny pink rose is mostly eclipsed, too high to see.
What do you think you are doing here, behind such a complex hedge? A gardener deals with the tangle, but what a strange idea it was to cluster these motley plantings around the patio. And then allow a serpent of ivy in.
"Shelter. Cage." was first published in rust + moth. Image: NASA, ESA, and STScI