Well, I waited six months to get a haircut, so I suppose I’m not one to criticize a hedge.  But I’m confused.  Wouldn’t you think that the so-called most beautiful city in the world would do a little more to keep itself presentable?  I know my mother would.

Granted, we all know how you just go along thinking everything is fine… you’ll fix your hair/mop the floor/write that thank-you note just any day now…and then suddenly something snaps and you realize that your hair is a freaking mess, etc. etc.  The jig is up.

In the case of this hedge, nobody seems to be responding to the jig.  Maybe wild-haired hedges are just the latest trend, or something related to the Biennale which is just through the park ahead.  But company’s coming to town (and some is already here — I’ve seen the yachts).  Tomorrow is the first day of the Venice Film Festival, and if there were ever a time to trim that hedge, I’d think the time would be now.  Actually, yesterday.  ACTUALLY, a week ago.

But what, as I often ask myself, do I know?  I never trimmed my bangs to suit my mother, so it’s clearly just as well I was never responsible for a hedge.