On hedges

The goals for this past weekend were:
1) Tell the fish again that I'm sorry and I hope they have plenty of food and water now; and
2) Trim the hedge.

The hedge, pre-trim

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As you can see, things got a little out of hand when we were away

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It looked especially shabby since the next door neighbours have sculpted theirs into a near-perfect wall of shrubbery. So, the competition was on, and I got out my trusty gardening sheers and set to work...
Before:

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After:

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In the interest of honesty, I have to admit my efforts have turned out a bit more lumpy than our next door neighbours', but I would also like to point out that they have a special electric hedge trimmer (instead of my mad snip-snip-snipping). I would also like to point out that clipping ones hedge by hand is very therapeutic and if a slightly-more organic hedge is what it takes to get to a relaxed, zen-like state, I will accept the few stray branches happily.

And because I was feeling so relaxed after the hedge-trimming, the bush got a bit of a hair cut, too:

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