What is it with gardeners? There is simply no nuance, from the finest hotels to your front yard every living bit of greenery must be hacked into a globe or a box.
TWC mostly does his own landscape work but there's a lot here, I'm pretty busy, and I'm getting old. The winter rains resulted in luxuriant native growth that has now turned golden. Hence the Golden State, so named for the ever-brown, er ahh, golden hills. Despite numerous contradictory internet references, it isn't about that yellow stuff that used to be found in creekbeds.
I'm ever mindful of the incendiary nature of these hillsides, so this spring I hired Hector and his crew to help clear away some of the firestorm fuel. And it looks better too. Had them do some other stuff as well, including the removal of a big eucalyptus tree threatening the foundation with it's roots and the eves with it's spread. Not to mention that the oils in eucalyptus burn like a torch making it less than ideal to have one growing next to your bathroom when the autumn fires come calling.
Long way around the barn to mention that I've let some stuff go over the summer so I asked Hector to come by this morning. Now I like Hector and he does a good job but you just can't reason with a gardener. You can't supervise properly either. You lay it out using color crayons and blocks. They nod in understanding and agreement and then procede to cut everything round or square.
It's just not done that way. When you're done pruning, the shrubbery should retain it's graceful, natural look. Like the perfect haircut, it should be lovely to behold but appear untouched with the shears (hedges excepted). I dunno, the problem ain't nothing new and it has haunted the landscape since I was a child (pun intended).
Japanese, Korean, Mexican, Anglo, it don't matter, they all read the same got dang book (or maybe it's some bizzare genetic thing). Mrs TWC assures me it will all grow back in short order. Big Sigh.
Whaddya mean what was I doing? Not sitting around in the a/c while the hired help was sweating like pigs I can assure you. TWC was fixing the inch-and-a-half main water line that feeds all the irrigation in the front. Too old for that too.
As Ever, TWC
UPDATE: OH MI GAWD! Hector is NEVER touching my bougainvillea again.