H is for . . . Hedges
Our hedges were ridiculous. Overgrown, uneven, a real eyesore. I had mentioned to my husband a few times that we should hire someone to cut them. I wasn't hinting at him to do it because he has pretty bad allergies. Imagine my surprise when I got home from work last Monday evening and he was hacking away at them!
He escaped without allergy attacks (not as bad as freshly mown grass), but he did not escape the angry teeth aka thorns of the blackberry bushes that infiltrated the hedge. A man at his work asked if he has a cat because of all the scratches on his arm. We do but Moses the Junior Steamboat doesn't do that.
I forgot to take pictures after Tuesday's progress so I asked hubby to take a pic on Wednesday before he continued on. He got carried away and took three. Wouldn't you after all this hard work? It's nice to see the fruitage of your labors.