I have a strange passion for Ivy. It's right up there with my love for roses, hydrangeas, peonies and full moons. I'd love to wrap my shoulders with Ivy tendrils, let them cascade down my back. Ivy is Nature's own Spanish Mantilla.
I love the smell of Ivy, the shape of the leaves
I love the way it wraps around abandoned homes
and fountains, as if to say, "don't worry, don't be lonely, I'm here even when no one else is..."
A simple iron gate becomes a work of art adorned with Ivy garlands
Ivy covered walls become mysterious partitions behind which fairies hide
Ivy makes a cottage window as elegant as one in a castle
Snow covered Ivy is an everlasting green blanket that provides shelter and warmth
I want Ivy on my tombstone. I want my name outlined by tender fragile leaves...
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