ivy up a wall - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The ivy in story books grows like a painting. It's all artistic delicate leaves with delightfully random growth patterns that curl in friendly ways and make you wonder if there is some beautiful mathematics buried deep in it's DNA. The ivy in my garden is not like that at all. It's metre deep off the wall and hangs like dried zombie guts. When it rains it holds enough water to soak my school uniform as I brush past it to the back gate.
The ivy stem was like a tree trunk. It must have been at least twenty years old. It had sent it's tendrils into the wood work and pushed out the wooden siding. It was actually growing leaves inside the garage and spreading runners over the concrete. I wondered if I took it down would it do the house more harm than good? Was it now part of the structure? I was going to have to take that chance, in another twenty years it would take down the wall.
The ivy is a right pain but I've gotta admire it anyway. It doesn't care what the obstacle is, it just goes right up and over. Without it the wall would still be beautiful, how could natural rock not be? But with the ivy it's right up there with my favourite things in life. I can't let it take the wall down though, and left unchecked that's what will happen. So pruners in hand and gloves on, I take a careful look. It'll bounce back no matter what I do, but I want it to still be healthy when I'm done, not look like some lawn-mower went over it.
Up the weathered stone grew ivy tendrils covered in dark green leaf. The plant was no gardeners friend, not the way it spread, but to her eye it was as beautiful as any other. It wasn't like the dandelions in the lawn, it made the wall look like something out of the "secret garden." She imagined her self shrunk to the size of a frog, perhaps she'd climb it like Jack and his beanstalk. She sighed at the thought. An adventure would be so awesome right now, but there were always chores to do...