It is almost five months since we left our gardening round in the south, but this week saw us in a familiar pose, my husband up a ladder with a tree saw and myself balancing it at the foot. We were there with the permission of our neighbour to trim overgrown shrubs and hawthorn branches along our boundary which in part comprises his hedge and our garage. This is a precaution to avoid blocked garage gutters and also preliminary work in the event of our garage needing repairs.
It seemed strange to be doing for ourselves the kind of task we had so often been set by others. The technique however was the same: the cutting of an access area into our neighbour's shrubs with the minimum of damage but sufficient to allow the safe balancing of the ladder; the selection of the correct branches by my husband and the hauling of said branches out of the foliage to be caught by me. Then it was the long process of cutting them into bits with the loppers and wedging all the green garden waste into the brown bin.
When we had finished we trimmed around the border and raked up leaves from the lawn.
The nesting blue tit that came by with a beak full of mossy material can now return to our neighbour's bird box in peace and the sparrows resume their twittering among the holly and privet.
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