Patience

Morning mists and the last geese overhead herald hedgecutting season.

The old yew hedge stands eight feet high and nearly as wide. A 2-stroke oil stained cutter slides down the sides with minimal guidance, blue smoke seeping from the freshly cut surface . The upper surface presents more of a challenge. I dream of a pair of snowshoe boards which will allow me to walk along the top surface flattening it strimmer style. Or fine stilts which penetrate the new growth and allow me to stride through, scything as I go.

The only special tool I have is patience, and a ladder. Climb up cut climb down climb up cut climb down climb up cut climb down.