Well, Last week I decided it was time, that it had to happen. There was definitely a sense of urgency as I lugged the trimmer and the 6 foot ladder out of the shed. It had been raining so much and I was planning on going on a trip, so I had to take full advantage of this rare dry, and warm evening. Yes,I finally trimmed the yews. Quite a satisfying job really. Although this is only my second time having done it, I feel it went very well. I trimmed a lot, filled the entire compost bin. They were getting so big and had countless branches of various shapes and sizes erratically growing from all angles. Once I got over the part where I imagined it must feel somewhat like this (albeit slightly more psycho) to kill a newborn. That is to say once I got past the cutting off of the fresh newly formed bright green branches, I was fine. I was not quite Edward Scissor hands mind you, but I must say I did do a pretty good job on giving them some shape, and as I living thing I feel they looked as if a burden had been lifted from them, like they could breathe better. Not so tangled up, not so much responsibility. They thanked me. I thanked them.