You told me this would happen. (Peggy Joan, Eliza, Robyn)
I wrote a post on how much I loved my cute, little creeping fig climbing up the carport wall.( Look at it now)
You warned me that it would get sneaky and slither everywhere.
I looked away for a moment. (Okay, maybe a couple months.)
I looked back and poor little Moss had fig on his face.
I guess it will cover little Lily next.
Then make its way around the truck tires.
You tried to warn me that this cute, little vine was a creeper.
The heart wants what the heart wants. Even if it is bad for the statuary. (My bad.)
Creeping fig. Another ivy, only cuter.