So here’s why short people should not be let loose with hedgetrimmers. 
Actually, I ended up getting a ladder to finish the top of this one and a couple others.
In truth, these shrubs are going to have to go. Everything’s just getting overgrown particularly since the last couple of years I was in such a dither that I was totally unproductive and really didn’t care if it turned into jungle out there. There’s several small bushes around that ended up underneath their faster growing siblings so those will be dug up and moved to the front. And, since I feel these are all getting pulled out anyway, don’t tell anyone, but for the first time I took the electric trimmers to the rhododendrens. And this, after yelling at my husband eighteen years ago for doing the same thing. I told him they had to be “artistically hand-pruned” which is why he’s left them to me to take care of ever since.
It’s going to be a bumper crop, just look:
The grapes have glommed onto the peach trees and it’s such a tangled mess that every time I go to chop them off or cut the peach trees down I tell myself that since they’re doing great, I’ll fix things next year. That’s how the peach trees got to be so big so fast, and how the grapvines have taken over.
I can smell the jelly simmering and hear the wine bubbling by early to mid September.
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A bumper crop of shrubs.
This ironically expresses the condition of writing in modern times.
That’s great! And I’m quite likely to agree with you on this.