Here’s a wild-looking corner of the  house, before I cut the grass the other day:

suspended rose

On the left is clematis, climbing a trellis on the wall.  In the middle is a pink rose.  At bottom right right is the base of a vigorous vine, hops, that really needs a support of its own (there used to be a tree trunk, but it rotted away).  Currently, the hops scrambles up the stem of the rose until it reaches the top, where it grabs on to the clematis’s trellis and keeps going until it cannot go any higher.

The funny thing is the rose; it’s suspended in thin air.  Without the vine tying it to the trellis, it would collapse to the ground.  With such big groups of blooms on their ends, its stems are too long and flimsy to support themselves; they would overturn.


So who is supporting whom?  It’s a symbiotic arrangement, with both sides benefitting, but if the great gardener in the sky were an architecture student, she’d be told that this is a classic example of confused structural thinking.  Actually, I’m not sure she’d even get in to architecture school, poor old thing.