...or, Going Berserk.
...or, Dealing with Plants as if They are My Hair.
...or, Getting a Gym Workout in the Backyard.
...or, Turning Into My Mother (part 347).
For those of you who like me to cut to the chase, the end of this story is this: I started to trim the hedge. Realised my limitations. Called a gardening service for help.
For the rest of you...
Part 1 of the story goes like this. I like shade. I like green. Whenever someone would 'help out' with the garden and end up demolishing it, I'd get a bit upset. Well, a lot upset, but I would console myself with the knowledge that it will grow back. I do remember years ago thinking I should trim the top of these hedge plants, but they were too tall, and I never asked anyone for help. Eventually, of course, they grew way too tall, and I gave up even thinking about it and just enjoyed the shade and the green.
Part 2. I saw a blog post recently about a friend's kitchen garden. It is stunning. Gorgeous photos help, but the amount of produce growing on a balcony in Switzerland is inspiring. I felt a little ashamed of my meagre selection of basil, mint and occasionally tomatoes (parsley is still going strong too!), especially as I live in subtropical Australia with a decent-sized courtyard. Shade is a problem, as well as the fact that it is east-facing so only gets morning sun, sometimes only for 3 hours if that.
Part 3. I popped into a bookshop while I had 10 minutes to wait last week and checked out their gardening selection. I didn't buy any (nor any of the cookbooks tempting me), but had a bit of a browse. Some brought back memories of primary school science experiements - anyone else remember growing sprouts in a plastic cup? And I thought, if I was nearly anywhere else in the world, what I have to work with is luxury. Better find a way. In one of my extended nap/doze sessions later last week, I had a brainwave. That brainwave will be dealt with later.
Part 4. On Wednesday, it was a public holiday in Brisbane and we had beautiful spring weather, so I pulled out some weeds. I also noticed that an animal (or maybe more) has eaten the berries on the bushes and it hasn't been a good mix. Evidence of this can be found all over the courtyard. Then I had this urge, which reminded me of how I often feel on the way to the hairdresser (which is usually when I start thinking about what I want done to my hair): I felt like trimming these hedge plants - but knew I didn't have the right tools.
Booking of quote until departure of gardener: about 1 hour and 45 minutes.
I'm pretty happy with both these times.