But this year, I never really got around to it, and then they got really, really tall, and then they bloomed, which makes me forgive just about any plant no matter how rude or unruly it's become. And then I sort of forgot about them, except for every morning when I walked by them on my way to the car and every evening when I walked by them on my way into the house, when I thought, I wonder if I should trim those?
Clearly, I was having some sort of existential hedge trimming crisis, no doubt stemming from subconscious mid-life introspection of the deep-rooted fear that I've spent too much of my life trying to trim myself into some societal norm. Or I'm just lazy.
In any case, the crisis was resolved with a note from the city, reminding us of an Ordinance-with-a-capital-O that residents are required to maintain trees, grass, shrubs, weeds, and brush in order to prevent unsafe, unsightly, offensive or nuisance conditions. And though "hedgey things" weren't listed, I was pretty sure the letter was talking about mine. Which caused me to speculate on whether my hedgey things were unsafe, unsightly, offensive, or a nuisance. I erred on the side of caution with "all of the above" and went all medieval with the loppers.
Of course, I did it in the dark. No telling what I'll think tomorrow when I see them in the light.