I do love topiary. I have an area in my own garden we pretentiously call “The Topiary Allee”, which, for future generations, will no doubt be quite impressive. Currently, I fear my topiary are what Edward Gorey would call objects of pity on the lawn. No matter. I faithfully go after my little tamaracks with the clippers, picturing the balls and birds which will some day disport themselves whimsically across my garden. In the meantime, I take note of how they do things in Paris.
Tidy as heck. This kind of hedge-on-a-stick look is everywhere, but not in leaf yet in Paris (thanks to apartmentinparis.wordpress.com for the image). I guess it’s a question of how far from nature do you want to go. I find bonsai a bit too far, for example. Poor little trees, with their roots like bound feet in the tiny pots. I think we need to revisit this issue when things leaf out. Is it possible to go too far with this?