Good bye ugly, ugly photinia hedge!

Ok, I’ve had this house for almost two years, so have had almost 730 days, (give or take 300 when I’m not here), to try to come to terms with the photinia hedge around the front. Yup, still hating it!
Actually, it does offer a great deal of privacy from our side neighbours, but the front began to feel…well…unfriendly. Having spent a fortune to buy this house in this city where four bedroom houses in the burbs cost more than ten bedroom mansions in Beverly Hills, link, the only option was to do something about this hedge myself.

Yesterday being Sunday…my day to have a good lie in and rest, and my day to muck about a great deal…was an all out attack on the hedge day.

It happened like this: Chloe came running into my bedroom first thing in the morning all over-excited to get rid of the hedge. We decided that, since some other neighbours were taking down a black walnut and making a Sunday racket, we might as well get out there and contribute to the weekend warrior din. 🙂

Here, in this green, green city, we have free yard trimmings collections every Monday, but branches and stems have to be bundled into 3″ lengths and leaves etc have to be either bagged in large paper compostable yard waste bags or placed in garbage bins specially designated for green recycling.

Morgan, being the wonderful garden helper she is, lay in the shade and approved of our work.

We cut and bunched up and tied with biodegradable string and did this over and over ad infinitum much to the happiness of my neighbours who all stopped by to offer us a beer, a hand and say how much they love seeing my house.

I gave the camera to C and asked her to take some photos so all these photos are thanks to our lovely girl, and no thanks to this photo she called “attack of the feral snapdragons”. Don’t you hate bum shots? Oy vey! No, I have no idea what I was doing just then…lol. 🙂