Among the many wrought iron gates on our street, this is one of the biggest. It blocks a courtyard adjacent to a closed business. I hadn’t paid much attention to the gate because it’s rather ordinary. However, there is a vine growing along the gate which has wound itself around the wrought iron representation of a vine that decorates the gate’s upper section. I only noticed it today because of the flowers that have bloomed in the last day or two. While the leaves on the living vine are not exactly the same as those on the metal one (the latter are grape, I think) there is enough similarity for me to find it amusing. It’s almost as if nature were imitating art – but doing a better job.