Ever since I noticed the forsythia peeping through the green privet section of our hedge the other day, I have been having lots of looks through my office window, just to see the rapidly growing clusters of yellow flowers.
This hedge, 30 feet long and usually the bane of my life when it needs trimming, has turned into a delight this year.
It was while I was catching up, rereading the book in progress, that it struck me that whoever built this hedge all those years ago must have had a very strong creative soul, or maybe they were a writer?
This hedge is incredibly old, and probably wasn’t this big in the beginning. Whoever initially planted the cuttings or plants chose as many different kinds of plants as they could find.
We have lost count over the years of all the different leaves and flowers that show up at different times of the year. Apart from the standard hedging, the privet, we have holly, elder, forsythia, weigela, laurel, honeysuckle, and a wild rose has been spotted when it flowers. There are quite a few I don’t recognise, too.
Of course, none of these delights make it easy to trim, but having such an unusual hedge is worth the struggle.
It strikes me that this is basically how you write a story. Gather your material, decide what goes where and create a masterpiece…
Speaking of a masterpiece, I have work to do…
See you soon, lots of love 💖💖 Jaye
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