This is a porcelain berry vine that’s growing just outside my back fence. It had worked its way up several feet into my neighbor’s tree when I pulled it down a few weeks ago. But I didn’t have any clippers with me, so I wound the long stem into this living wreath.
I’m enjoying that while it would love to be up smothering and squeezing out the branches above, I have it going round and round on itself.
Yes, I know I’m anthropomorphizing, but this species and I have a history.
I’ll cut it down before the berries ripen too far. Which is a shame, because it does have the most beautiful berries ever — speckled turquoise, purple, and navy. The wicked are often like that.