domingo, 3 de julho de 2011

The Story of a Bush...




We have two giant bushes in our garden, they make the most important part of our garden and they serve as a green fence, dividing our back yards from our neighbor's. I am totally crazy for those bushes because of the magnificent little white flowers that bloom on their branches every year... However, those flowers became a reason of conflict between my husband Per and I.



Every spring Per demands to cut the branches to give them some strength and energy, he says. Plants are no alien to me, I know they need to be trimmed every year but those bushes bloom exactly on the tip of the branches which must be trimmed... know what I mean? If I allow the spring trimming there won't be any flowers to magnify and beautify our garden... of course we have a big garden and loads of other plants bloom freely, anyhow...



As the bush grows freely, trim-free, they loose strength and the winter snow starts to be too heavy for their extra-long branches which are now curving every winter. Can you understand the entire thing? I just can't loose the flowers but I don't want to risk loosing my entire bushes because if I don't trim them at some point they will just collapse with the snow one of these years. So, every autumn I take my garden scissors, not a very big one I must confess, and I trim the longer branches myself, it is not easy, it is more like cutting someone's long hair with extra-small nail scissors.



Per won't interfere with my crazy trimming process which is much harder than necessary (because I insist to use the wrong tool) and I also perform it during the wrong time of the year. Anyway, this is me, my love for my bush, it is also me, trying to change the nature of things around here... why not?

Every year I bring some branches inside and I place them in a big glass pot in my annual attempt to reproduce indoors the spectacular view we have outside. It is a vain attempt as the bush is simply magnificent...

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