Hedgerow

An established hedge lined our back fence when we bought this house. And like good little homeowners we made a half-assed effort to keep the photinia happy by trimming when needed. We even timed our pruning to the city's yard waste pick-up schedule. 


Then our neighbor started online dating. 


Things began happening on her back porch that I did not need my teenage son to see. Acts I could only witness a few times before the dismay dissipated and I returned to my regularly scheduled television programming. 


Simplest solution seem to be, let the shrubs grow. Block the view. So that's what we did.


Now, five years later, that neighbor is married and living somewhere in the Piney Woods. The hedge, despite providing decent cover when needed, has seen better. Poor spindly, leafy up in the phone lines, neglected plants. 


That's why I've spent the past two evenings pruning.

Those are the clippings on the left.


I probably should have googled how to whack down photinia before I revved up the trimmers, but hey, that would have led me to Pinterest and we all know that particular time-suck is counterproductive to yard work. Pinterest will, however, come in handy if these ding dang shrubberies don't leaf. I am willing to bet someone out there has posted pictures of dead stumps artfully intertwined in holiday garland.


Bring it, Mother Nature!
Corky