There is a wild vine that is seen frequently in the area (I've heard it called wild cucumber). The light green flower that blooms in August is fairly basic. But the way the vine takes over an area, it makes me think of the white foam crest of an ocean wave. So many things in nature and in life have a special beauty. But at the same time there is a danger.
This vine is so beautiful yet it can easily choke out the bushes and trees that it climbs over. A friend recenty borrowed me "The Bee Movie" probably because I eat so much honey. In that movie, a bee does what he thinks is right without any foresight to the effect. I love these vines and as my grandma used to teach that a weed is a flower out of place. They are pretty but they gro without foresight and if nothing is done to control them, they'll choke out the bushes and trees. Someone needs to keep balance.