Jean-C had just finished pruning the hedges... Pruning the hedges? I think not! Shaping, trimming, coaxing, shaving the many box plants into a sculptural work of art, would be a more apt description. I put my hand out and lightly move it over the flat surface of the one hedge -- and like a ripple over water, the entire hedge sways and shivers and responds to my gentle touch. Over there a pyramid, piercing the evening sky ("the box asked to be shaped into a pyrimad -- that was his purpose in life -- to be a four sided pyramid, exact in mathematical proportions and perfect symmetry," explains Jean-Claude. Over there three perfect balls, different sizes, the rays of the setting sun highlighting the perfection of the spheres. -- And, as if in defiance of this perfection, the roses ramble wildly up against the ancient stone wall of the house, their colours a riot of unplanned abandon, their branches clinging wherever the stones provide a hold...
Oh! I do love spending a summer's evening in this garden with good friends -- sitting around a table under the stars, enjoying an excellent meal, talking, talking, talking...
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