All grown up and nowhere to go

In honor of faithful reader Adam, here are some fresh images of my own private Poperinge:

Climbing!

So tall!

But of course, I still won't get any flowers again this year, which renders these wild tendrils nothing more than deer-proofing for the plants they're wired between and taking over (alas, poor flowering maple, I knew you well), and reminds me that at some point I need to live somewhere that gets more than a couple hours of sunlight a day...