When we bought this house two decades ago, I planted a little slip of a wisteria vine in the back yard. It flourished and grew, and wrapped completely around the deck railing. It provided purple flowers in the spring, and a dense cover that completely blocked the prying eyes of neighbors. The birds perched on it’s branches while the cats crouched, trying to catch the birds.
But after all of those years, the vine grew so heavy that it tore the deck apart, and threatened the foundations of the house. In spite of the beauty and protection it had given us over the years, it became a hazard.
Sometimes, even wonderful things must change.