Graceful tendrils of ivy uncoil in spirals, turning faithfully towards the sun in reverence. Wide leaves unfurl like the wings of a mythic bird, speckled in rusted hues with an illustrative complexity. Braided into crowns and wreaths for poets and for young lovers to wed, this evocative vine honors loyalty, fidelity, and eternity. It climbs slowly each year in the heat of the passing summers, caressing the walls of ancient plaster houses that line the coast of the Tyrrhenian sea, grasping whatever it touches with tender green fingers. Moving deliberately and with great delicacy, it is unerring in its pursuit of the light.