There grew up all round about the park such a vast number of trees, great and small, bushes and brambles, twining one within another, that neither man nor beast could pass through…
Sleeping Beauty from The Blue Fairy Book, edited by Andrew Lang
I think of the Sleeping Beauty story every time I have to go through this to turn on the water in the outdoor spigot on the north side of the house. I have to make my way past the honeysuckle, the grapes, the forsythias, and the maple tree sproutlings.
There is a path in there somewhere. I know you can’t see it. But really, there is a path. Really.