… that our new neighbours’ gardening philosophy differs markedly from ours. I’ve never seen anyone garden entirely* with a hedgetrimmer before, but the result is certainly tidy, although I should imagine our side is somewhat more wildlife friendly (on the other hand, ‘wildlife’ includes slugs and snails, as the other half pointed out).
The problem for me is – even apart from the whole wildlife thing – that my garden isn’t quite ready to be put to bed for the winter yet. With all the mild weather we’ve had this autumn, and even after a couple of frosts, like an overexcited child on a midsummer evening, it’s refusing to go down quietly when there’s light yet to be had and living to be done. In among the tangled stems there are still flowers – roses still blooming, one hollyhock still sputtering out like the last leftover rocket. I’d be sorry not to squeeze every drop of colour out of the summer we’ve had and replace it with bark chips, however efficient that might be.
Not to mention the fact that – shamed into doing a bit of tidying before the landlord gets too restless – I discovered that pushing laden wheelbarrows uphill to the compost heap probably isn’t yet advised…
*OK, not entirely, they had a leafblower as well