There’s no place like home

I’m far from home without my usual blogging tools, but feel the need to check in with regular readers. It will be some time before I again sit at my computer to draft a blog post on some aspect of gardening in Connecticut.

With a family issue consuming most of my brain power I’ve had little left to wax on gardening. Even the gardening-related reading materials that accompanied me on my journey remain untouched.

But my gardening senses are not in full hibernation, though based on what I’m seeing, I almost wish they were.

I am staying in a condo complex that pays to have their shrubbery regularly mutilated. Boxwoods are nearly unrecognizable as such. Instead of loosely pruned mounds of greenery that beckon with deep green color, these boxwoods stand as barely green, marshmallow-shaped blobs. Each outer leaf bears the brown-edged scars of dull mechanical pruners. Holly shrubs that should require only a snip, snip here and there to maintain their natural forms are instead sheared into large egg-shaped blobs. Not one branch or leaf is out of place.

The ultimate gumdrop landscape.

I feel obliged to apologize to each shrub I pass.  ‘I’m so sorry,’ I say. ‘It’s not your fault.’

Un-sheared leaves peak longingly toward the sunlight. They want to grow outward and upward but seem haunted by the knowledge that their currently unscathed surfaces will not escape the wrath of the dull mechanical teeth that have already masticated their stem-mates. Those displaying the audacity to grow beyond the arbitrary, man-imposed shape limits will surely suffer similar mutilation.

I’m breaking all the blogging rules by not uploading photos of these poor, unsightly boxwoods. I did not expect to be away this long and did not bring the proper photo-loading tools. Besides, it just doesn’t seem right to further humiliate these poor innocent victims. They have no control over their victimhood. They cannot run from the mechanical pruners that shape them into someone’s strange idea of what makes shrubbery attractive.

I find little beauty in the un-natural shapes these boxwood and holly are forced into. It’s like I’ve been transported into a strange land – think Oz – where surroundings are unfamiliar and unexplainable and only ruby slippers will transport me home.

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5 comments for “There’s no place like home

  1. February 18, 2011 at 9:04 am

    Hi Joene, I hope you’ll be heading home, and back to the world of blogging, again soon.

  2. February 18, 2011 at 8:21 pm

    How disturbing. And even without photos I can picture what you are seeing… we’ve all seen these kinds of landscaping practices. Sheesh. I hope you make it home soon and can get into post landscape trauma therapy quickly!

  3. joenesgarden
    February 19, 2011 at 9:44 am

    Thanks, Debbie and Laurrie,
    I’m anxious to get back to more familiar ground where, as Laurrie notes, landscape trauma therapy is as close as looking out a window.

  4. February 21, 2011 at 10:23 pm

    Oh gosh, Joene, I think we have all seen the kinds of shrub mutilations you are describing. There is a yew outside the front door of my Pennsylvania townhouse that I try to keep loosely clipped so that the landlord doesn’t feel obliged to come with his electric clippers and turn it into a cube!

    I hope things are okay with you and yours.

    • joenesgarden
      February 22, 2011 at 8:46 am

      Thanks, Jean. I hope to grab some digital photos of for future uploads.

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