Kudzu

If you can gaze at a kudzu gully without feeling caught up in its majesty, I don't understand you; and if you don't know what a kudzu gully is, how I pity you! Despite of all the kudzu that devours the South (and my neighborhood), I still have never grown tired of it, and I still get filled with mystery and wonder at the sight of it. Every spade leaf I see is precious.
When I first moved here, my roommates and I were obsessed with the plant and went around gathered up the dead vines and decorating our apartment with it. Kudzu ended up laced around our lamps, hanging above doorways and windows. Now I carry the kudzu along inside of me.