When Chester and I walk, I usually leave it up to him to decide where his nose will take us that day. Quite often we go past the house in the picture. The lower bushes in the picture I call the teeth. At one point these people had so whacked the poor bushes that they looked like little wooden teeth to me. Chester loves to pee on the teeth.
Yesterday as we were wandering home I looked up and gasped, "Oh dear...."
There where a beautiful green bush used to be was a block of foliage. "It grows back," was all I could think to say to the larger bush. I get that some people prefer a trim bush and we should be thankful that they knew to STOP and didn't go all Brazilian on the thing. (Like they did when they created the teeth.) I just don't see anything wrong with letting a bush be a bush. If you wanted a square, buy a box.