Tangled up in vines

Hurricane Michael did a number on the trees at our Gadsden County farm.
When they toppled to the ground, they did not come alone. Intertwined with the broken limbs and the downed trunks were vicious vines that grow well in an area that averages about 70 inches of rain a year.
Wisteria. Poison ivy. Grape. Cat’s claw creeper. Smilax. It’s a long list.
The task ahead is to clean up the debris left by the 150 mph winds. I’ve spent days doing that.
Chainsaw work is challenging enough, but it’s even more difficult with vines wrapped around you legs that are determined to trip you. Then there are the ones with thorns the size of Lucifer’s horns that scratch and leave you bleeding.
Tangled up in vines.
It’s a lot like Jacksonville politics where certain candidates rely on a nasty tangle of innuendoes, distorted claims and outright falsehoods to try to bring down their opponents.
It doesn’t have to be that way. A new day is coming.
Soon.