The Hedge: Clean-up!

I began this past weekend Friday, changing my plans in order to stay home and work in the garden. The hedge was getting out of hand.

It all started with one of our shared fence boundaries. In your opinion, whose responsibility is it if grass is growing through a wrought iron fence? The neighbor who the grass belongs to or the neighbor whose bed is being overrun? Well, once it's in my beds, I count it my concern. But if I don't see it -- and I don't because I have a row of flowering plants fronting our hedge -- then it doesn't concern me overmuch. But it doesn't look so good from the other side of the fence.

So, well, their grass, our hedge. But despite the normal, little aggravations of suburban life, we do have excellent neighbors, and the weather was good. Did I need more encouragement to play outdoors? Nope, not a bit! 

I worked in the garden most of Friday, and Joseph and I spent several hours more out there Saturday. It was great! ​Bees and butterflies abounded, squirrels were making the oddest sounds, and the hummers have returned!

Pretty soon, it will be time to add some fall color out there. I can hardly wait!