Hedge of the Setting Sun

On an exceptionally warm September day, I spontaneously decided to go on a second date with Mr D's hedge after work. I had a pleasure to meet the hedge for the first time in June on a hot summer evening. Things got physical and I ended up giving the hedge a very neat trim.

Now, after three months, I felt I should leave my perfectionism at home and don't try to make the best impression. The days got shorter and I had no intention to fiddle with the hedge after sunset. I had one hour before the sun kissed the horizon, and I think I used it wisely. After the first half an hour, I could say that the hedge was trimmed. The next ten minutes I spent on polishing the details without going over the top. Before the sunset I swept the trimmings and dropped them into a communal bin, then I run towards... well, the setting sun, of course.