I still vividly remember noticing topiary for the first time. I was just 3 or 4 years old, riding the bus into the local market town near where we lived in Dorset to go shopping with my mother. I always wanted to sit upstairs so I could see over the hawthorn hedge of a particular house we passed, enthralled by the incredible wedding-cake clipped yew in the front garden. It was so precise, so perfectly formed, and I was mesmerized. A lattice of box, together with yew domes and box balls, gives structure to softer plantings in Maynard’s side garden. Britt Willoughby Dyer In almost all the gardens I’ve designed…