Mountain Mahonia takes over.
Every year my husband cuts back the mountain mahonia we have growing along the south wall. Every year it comes back bigger and better.
This year he cut it back around the south window in July and by last week it had grown back and then some.
I sit at my computer and look out the window as the leaves hang down obscuring the bird feeder.
It is private, it speaks of resilience and the will to survive, and it suggests many of the old stories where someone rests in an enchanted sleep for years and the world grows around them.
It allows me to suspend this world and enter a different one as needed such as for writing, and for that I am grateful.