I used to be creeped out by vines. When I'd see a house covered with ivy, I'd either think "haunted" or recall that scene from Poltergeist where the tree limb breaks through the window and grabs Robby's leg. Remember that? But since I started to grow flowering vines (clematis, morning glories and climbing roses), I have a whole new appreciation for their beauty. One of the first things I do in the morning is check on their progress, and coax the vines in the direction I want them to grow. I've learned the hard way you have to be really gentle, or risk snapping the tender shoots. I came real close to crying one day when I snapped off the healthiest part of the clematis vine while trying to secure it to the fence. I felt guilty all day. There are so many flowering vines, wisteria and ivy in Paris, and I really enjoyed seeking them out.