This post is in response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge .
The sage meditates
Up in the Himalayas
Well covered in vines
A good sage advice
As heard through the grapevines
Lost in translation
So now sage and wise
We trim parasitic vines
Resplendent sage bush
we can and we will !
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One question – why were the vines parasitic? Quite clever use of “heard through the grapevines.”
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When we bought our house about 14 years back, in the side yard there was a small spice garden. Mint, rosemary and sage. But there was also some vine like weeds that would grow like crazy and suffocate the mints and sage. Rosemary was already too big. After few years of constant trimming and weeding I think I have taken care of the vines but the mints also are nearly gone. Sage has come back. May be parasitic is not the right word but my feeling was that the vines were sucking the life out of the mints and sage bushes.
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