In addition to staying out of the pines as abovementioned, I will henceforth eschew willow copses -- nothing good ever seems to come of being in close proximity toa willow tree.

Or a holly tree, for that matter, so I'd best avoid those.

Or a rose garden . . .

In fact, come to think of it, given the unpleasant associations attached to most European and eastern American tree and shrub species, I think I better move to the northern California foothills (where a majority of the plant life is unique to the area) and surround myself with coyote bush, madrone trees, manzanita bushes and poison oak -- no one ever writes folk songs about those.

Wait -- I already live there.

Well then, I'll just go no more a-rovin' so late into the night, and I should be OK.