...and other gripping tales.
On the South boundary of our garden there is a very big
hedge. It is a Leylandii, and it has been there since about 1985. The previous
owners of my house had some problems with an elderly neighbour, who liked to
watch them sunbathing though his binoculars. Their response was to plant the
hedge.
I don’t know how big it was when they planted it, or exactly
how fast these things grow, so I am unable to tell you when they were able to
resume sunbathing. I do know that when I moved here, in 2000, it was about 12
feet tall, and in an excellent state of maintenance. It has occasionally been a
source of a little neighbourly friction, since it shades a part of next door’s
garden in the late afternoon. Accordingly, we have lopped a bit off the top –
it is now around 11 feet, and we also had it shortened at its Western end by
some 7 feet, two years ago, when we had tree surgeons in removing our legendary
eucalyptus tree. The present neighbours, by the way, have nothing to do with the gent
with the binoculars – he died years ago.
So we inherited the hedge, but we like it because it
maintains a nice measure of privacy. It costs a bit to keep it groomed, but
overall it’s worth it.
In recent years, a vigorous Virginia Creeper (from next
door) has begun to grow through the hedge, and it produces a most attractive show
of red foliage in the late Summer. When it first appeared, we were surprised,
but very pleased with the look of it – “How lovely!” we exclaimed, clapping our
hands in childlike delight.
Three years later, the creeper has taken over, and has removed
so much light and so much water from the hedge that the poor old thing has
turned brown, and is not well at all. Yesterday was vengeance day. I put on my
oldest clothes (which may also be my third newest clothes) and burrowed into
the hedge to see what could be done. I found it was stuffed with creeper vines,
some of them an inch and a half thick – a real tangle. So I got to work with
secateurs and branch loppers and a pruning saw and gritted teeth, and I howked
out [Scots] a very large amount of
tat – 2 or 3 big builder’s bags – maybe a couple of cubic yards. With luck, the creeper
will die off – it is certainly drooping badly this morning. With even more luck
– and maybe a little bonemeal – the hedge may recover.
Sitrep as of this morning – the hedge looks a bit scorched,
but the
creeper hanging from the top is clearly withering...
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