It took years to grow spheres above the regular boxy boxwood. Tuesday I finished them off in about 10 minutes, five of them.
One or two good whacks with my giant Fiskars pruners (not supplied by Fiskars, purchased by me) and the meatballs hit the ground. Actually I started these with some pruning as if I might salvage them and suddenly -- they were on the ground. Maybe the heat made me a little giddy.
All that green filled the bed of my little garden truck. I did not watch as He-who-Mows and Hauls took them away.
At the last moment in fall I'll square up the new growth. Before new spring growth comes, I'll cut back some that I am contemplating a new shape for -- not meatballs, tall and flat and out of the way.
One thing that brought on this outburst was the marvelous garden photos that Outlaw Gardener had today of a Garden Tour he recently took. I could not decide exactly where the visited garden ended and the neighbor's property began.
When I found her photo from two years ago, it was quite plain. Their plantings had matured beautifully. Their path edges were crisp. Here, centipede grass is crawling past boundaries while I look the other way.
When rains are plentiful here and temperatures get unbearable, I start to worry about my Coastal South garden turning into what Mama used to call 'A Growed Up Mess!' while I am indoors staying cool.