life is like a vine

Like a vine growing so is life. With roots firmly set down I, and the vine, reach out. Reaching here and there, growing upward and onward, intertwining and flowering. Whenever I plant a vine I want to see it thrive, grow, cover, spread, flower, and sneak up on me.
Almost all vines, be they rose or grapes, sneak up on you. I mean, you plant the thing and let it go. you watch it, sure, but then in the effort to let it establish itself, it grows into places you may not want it to grow. The next thing you know it has taken over or grown into your neighbors redwood. Tsk, tsk.
Life can be just like that. A simple action here or a negligent action there can vine out to sneak up on you later. Care must be administered in almost everything we do everyday. The results can be unwanted or desired, but care must be given to our conduct everyday. You never know when your action/vine will reach out and touch your neighbor in a displeasing way. Conversely, you never know how your conduct/vine will flower and benefit those you come in contact with.
The vine is beautiful in the way it wraps itself around the nearest object. I cannot think of an ugly vine. Having said that I have had to remove a gazillion miles of kudzu but even so there is a beauty to it's determination and desire. To see it hanging from towering sugar pines in an afternoon Georgia rain is quite beautiful...as long as they are not my sugar pines.
My favorite vines are: clematis armandii, hardenbergia, grape, jasmine, climbing fig, vine hydrangea, bouganvilla and honeysuckle.
Vines I prefer not to plant are: bower vine, wysteria, ivy, giant honeysuckle, morning glory, passion vine, and potato vine.