Our hawthorn hedge is recovering from last year's renovation work and is about to come into flower. Every now and again I go outside and pull a few more dead twigs out of its interior. This is not strictly necessary but it satisfies my urge to tinker and does point up the moral that it is easier to see a dead branch when the rest of the hedge is filled with green leaves.
I hope that there will be more green leaves at ground level as some hawthorn berries that scattered when we brought down the unwieldy sections onto the back lawn have begun to germinate in the flowerbeds. So soon we will have our own little trees to plant for the Queen's Jubilee Platinum Year (as announced today). These will be in addition to the pre-existing holly, hazel and two hornbeam saplings that we found in a pot while gardening for a friend - a project of a previous tenant. There are dog roses, ivy, privet and forsythia too, but no potential for alliteration there.
Amidst all this colourful jumble (or jungle) we will have our home-grown hedge.
PS. Since posting this we have found hawthorn germinating on the other side of the hedge in the glade, the area freed las summer from the dominating and dark Leyland Cypress.
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