The trellis was what a white picket fence would be if it stood up and welcomed real life to grow upon its straight beams of wood.
Upon the sunbathed wooden supports grew the most verdant of plants, its green as bright and gay as any summer's bloom.
The trellis was a delicate arch of willow wands, some forming the boundaries and others the open rustic diamonds that would soon support Sarah's plants.
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