Trimmed bushes

Yesterday my next door neighbour popped round and asked if I wanted his gardener to give me a quote to cut back my hedges and bushes. They had gotten rather out of hand, so it was a good call.

Being British, I apologised profusely for letting them get so overgrown. They were encroaching on his driveway somewhat. He’s 96 and so lovely, I did feel awful.

So bright and early the garden crew was there and all of my hedges and bushes were give a rather dramatic post-lockdown haircut!

I can now see just how much they’ve grown and how congested the borders have gotten. I can feel a cull coming on…



I may have gone a bit gung-ho with my pruning today. 🤪 In all seriousness, it needed to be done. This bush was so heavy it had fallen forward and was crushing the flowers underneath. It was taking over the border too.

It has been annoying me so it needed to go. I’ve done as much as I can. I need a bigger saw to cut through the trunk now.

Oh and I have to get rid of the debris. Let’s see how much I can get in my little car…


Today I laid siege to my back garden. I now look like I’ve been self-harming after battling some nettles and brambles.

The wet / warm weather has meant my borders have gotten slightly out of control. It’s looking slightly better now.

Full brown bin stopped play (or skirmish in my case). So I took Buddy out for a leg stretch.

I now need to plan my next attack on the front garden. I’ll leave that for another day…