Last Friday we took a different route across town to meet friends for dinner. On the way I spotted this line of perfectly manicured cones, in a perfectly manicured lawn...
I wonder if the bright green new growth delights or irritates their creator?
And what thought process led to their placement, dividing the expansive back lawn in half? Were there once flowers blooming in the bare soil at the base of the laurel hedge, or was the negative space part of the pattern?
In case you're wondering here's the rest of the lot...
A little further down the street I found another case of extreme control.
And I wondered about the gravel stage upon which the fig tree grows.
Were the plant choices simply a case of careful editing of what had been planted by a previous owner?
Right next door a bit of chaos.
Plants (weeds) allowed to take over and do what they desire.
Neighbors, there's just no rhyme or reason how we end up where we do. Sometimes we land next to those that share our aesthetic (whatever it may be) and other times it's the odd couple.
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