During the summer, bittersweet grows up any plant it can find – it loves saplings and small bushes – twirling around the host plant’s stems like a snake, choking out the host tree if you let it have its way. I usually say uncle to the wildness of our land because it wants to be what it wants to be and trying to control nature is exhausting. I’d much rather watch and learn. And view it all through the lens of fascination at the intricate dance of flora and fauna, which contains its own special beauty.
And, speaking of beauty, this is the time of year bittersweet rewards you for letting it be.
My wreath (made from grapevines which also grow wild here) adorned with bittersweet berries.
Life is good here on the farm.