It’s that hoppy time of year, when the hops turn from bright lime green to a buttery brown. Sticky and smelling of, well, hops. After having IPA’s and more hoppy beer, I can smell that smell when I squish a hops flower and smell the resin. The hops that are used for sleeping in herbal medicine. Hops for flavoring beer. It’s an interesting plant. And this year, the ants took over. Soon the plant will turn brown and be pulled down; the vine that I wound so it would be a shrub.