Late this afternoon it wasn’t actually raining. I told myself to do a little ladylike pruning.
It’s better in winter for arachnophobes, as you are less likely to find spiders running about in your shirt as the cuttings from a ten foot shrub rain down on you. The pittasporum is aromatic as you cut, but eating it is not recommended.
The sky was threatening, so for the final shrub I used a method first presented to my conscious thought by Paddington Bear: if one bit looks longer, cut it shorter … then a long bit on the other side … then the top … This technique is not good for tables, but for shrubs it has the merit of leaving them respectable if you have to stop half way through.
Suddenly it was dark, the wind rose, and there were six sacks full of cuttings. I’ll find out if it all looks lopsided tomorrow.
The ladder gets an honourable mention for long service.