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wyld_dandelyonWhen we moved into this house, there was a line of what had been hedge, sandwiched between rusty fence segments, around most of the yard. Weed trees had seeded into this area, and we spent many days removing the fence segments, the old hedge, and plating roses. By the front walk, there was a line of hedge between two snowball spirea, where the segments of old rusty fencing were particularly resistant to being removed. But now that space is open.
We have talked about moving those two snowball spirea to the other side of the yard since we moved in; I'm not sure it will be feasible to do that, but in any case we have some lilac sprouts from the back yard to move, and those will be a lot prettier than the hedge ever was (even imagining it in its prime, before it had weeds and unwanted trees and rusty fencing as a part of the line).
We haven't cleared away all the brush from those hedge plants yet, or decided if we want to keep the ancient evergreen tree in that corner of the yard (which was topped long before we moved in), but I still smile every time I look at it. Slow progress is, as my sister Dragon says, still progress, but actually seeing something I've planned and worked toward for more than two decades (on and off, when I had energy and health and a lack of things that had more immediate urgency) actually, finally, happen, well, it feels good.
We have talked about moving those two snowball spirea to the other side of the yard since we moved in; I'm not sure it will be feasible to do that, but in any case we have some lilac sprouts from the back yard to move, and those will be a lot prettier than the hedge ever was (even imagining it in its prime, before it had weeds and unwanted trees and rusty fencing as a part of the line).
We haven't cleared away all the brush from those hedge plants yet, or decided if we want to keep the ancient evergreen tree in that corner of the yard (which was topped long before we moved in), but I still smile every time I look at it. Slow progress is, as my sister Dragon says, still progress, but actually seeing something I've planned and worked toward for more than two decades (on and off, when I had energy and health and a lack of things that had more immediate urgency) actually, finally, happen, well, it feels good.
