The Saga of the Hedge

After months of neglect, our hedge had grown out of control. Given the fact that all our neighbors keep their hedges trimmed to perfection, our hedge looked even more out of place. Our neighbors (well, mostly Mrs. Hutchison) have been complaining about it for weeks. Though it is our landlord's responsibility to cut the hedge and weed the small garden in front of our flat, it became increasingly apparent that she had no intention of fulfilling her obligation.

Guess which hedge is ours?



Once the hedge got to the point we could hardly see out our windows, we decided to take matters into our own hands. Thus Ross borrowed a hedge trimmer from a friend and our Saturday was spent beautifying our hedge for the benefit of Mrs. Hutchison most of all.



It only took us four hours or so to trim that beast. At least 3 people passed and commented on what a big job we had in trimming it, as if we weren't already aware of our hedge's immense girth, you know being that we were the ones actually in the process of trimming it. I should clarify here that Ross did all the trimming; I mostly watched, cheered and pointed out the spots he missed. I also weeded the garden and helped clean up all the trimmings, which it turns out was the biggest part of the job. By the end of it, we collected 9 trash bags full of useless hedge pieces. Thank goodness that's over!

Here is a picture of our now uniformly trimmed hedge. We're so proud!


I should say that Ross' version of all of this can be found on facebook, where he commented, "I trimmed the damn hedge! And it looks good!"