It's not a well known fact, but there are jungles in Sweden. Jungles of maize.
I have a love-hate relationship with these fodder crops that grow near where I am staying.
In the field outside the kitchen window where until a few years ago there used to be a gently rolling field of pastoral wheat, and some years even grazing sheep, there is now this thick forest of green.
Like all plants they start out small enough at the beginning of summer, when you still have a nice view of the village in the distance. But come late July, and they'll be as tall as a man. All you see is a verdant wall.
It can make you feel hemmed in. But having said that, the leaves are quite fun to photograph. They make me think of Henri Rosseau paintings. You can almost imagine a sudden rustle, followed by the appearance of a tiger popping its head through the vegetation. Roar!