To bury the grape tendril in such a way that it shoots out new growth I recognize easily as a metaphor for the way life must change from time to time if we are to go forward in our thinking.
From Under The Tuscan Sun, by Frances Mayes.
And thanks to my cousin Roberta for loaning it to me!
And what is a blog post without a picture? Here’s a lovely Arizona sunset taken last week outside my backdoor.