The Creative Gardener II

Previously published in Only in Winchester - edited by Glenn Fosbraey

It occurred to me during the week, that perhaps, I should also have mentioned that I am an impulsive gardener. An impulsive person; who will simply not allow any sensible planning of a task or logical application to get in the way of my momentary burst of enthusiasm, for doing something now. Not in a while, when I have completed whatever I am currently in the middle of, but right now. 

The hedge on the driveway that needs cutting back, the one I’ve been waiting to finish flowering has been bothering me. The anxiety, that niggling worry lurking in the back of my thoughts has progressed from a dull ache to a pounding, pulsating throb that I am now struggling to ignore. Over the past few days and after the first frost of the season I feel it surely must be time. I have even googled how to trim a flowering-bush-sort-of-hedge; although I grasp nothing beyond the initial tip of cutting the top of the hedge flat, as your first port of call, before the boredom of an explanatory article overwhelms me. 

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