how i sometimes feel about love and living in community

The following is a quote from Quite a Year for Plums by Bailey White that I found on the blog, ricklibrarian.

"There is no beginning to love," Roger said. "It just creeps over you."

"Oh," said Hilma, "like brown rot on a plum tree in the dark winter months, and by the time you become aware of it, the leaves are out and it's too late to spray."

I have to admit that this quote struck me as fitting. Perhaps I wouldn't quite compare love to rot, but it does have a way of creeping up on you and it does cause pain - so maybe the description isn't so bad. And rot can be beautiful in its own way :)