And my heart fell at your feet. I can’t help it if I’m still in love with Q (for Quirky).
Garden snobs may sniff, but is there any reason why such a lovingly crafted, perfectly scaled topiary in a small urban garden should be any less acceptable than similar clipwork in the grounds of an Elizabethan manor?
While seeking simplicity for myself, I can’t help but admire something complex crafted by others. Yet, this is simplicity in a way. It’s a single, and single-minded obsession, each wayward leaf stopped in its tracks. This is clearly a work of passion, and its exuberance is catching.
That requires the kind of dedication that usually goes into creating the perfect lawn. Yet, here, rather than dandelion-zapping herbicides or the constant glugging of water, we have a row of privet and cedar shrubs, and the intensive care comes mostly from human hands.
I like it. But enough about me. How about you… what’s your QQ?