Due to the enormous quantity of hedge plants required and the lack of IMF scale funding needed to fill the gaps, my plans to restore the territorial boundaries called for an Industrial hedge growing plan.
Cuttings was the obvious answer. But we needed a place to grow them. And a big area.
1 tonne of top soil, plenty of well decomposed horse manure (from the field next door), some old planks, and a couple of days forced labour from the unwilling kids saw the architectural master piece constructed.
The Wife suggested that it didn’t look that nice. The gardens of Versailles it is not, but it is in the back of an overgrown field in the middle of nowhere and only cost a bit of arm twisting for the labour and a bag of nails.
But I think the Wife got into the swing of it when we had to collect the cuttings and start to plant them. Plenty of nice neat rows.
Just hope some of them actually grow and can be transplanted next year.
the hedge will be coming along nicely.