Tropical Depression: the Ivy League What do you do when the beautiful thing is the agent of destruction? Tenacious ivy. I picture it growing in the jungles of South America climbing trees, covering the branches, strangling them. Eating all the sunlight first.
We are the passers by. The "oh isn't it beautiful"s.
What do you do when you finally notice the cracks? The roots that dig in? What can you do without bringing the house down?
