The first thing I do when I approach a tree that is recommended for pruning is listen to it. Does it need to be pruned? Does it want to be pruned? Is it a little bit nervous about the whole thing? Usually when I look into a tree I can see a lot of dead wood that can be removed. This alone may be all that it needs. Pruning the dead wood - nice metaphor, eh?
Recently I've noticed that if I go in for my tree pruning session after a particularly difficult phone conversation with the man formerly known as my husband (loved him dearly, always will) I can become a little too aggressive with the trees. Like, I want to chop them down to the ground and hack them into little pieces. I warned my pruning partner, Larry, about this. I sort of require a de-briefing before I begin so I don't do any damage. Larry is 75 going on 25, wears a smart green helmet, and he keeps the tools sparkling clean. He almost always indulges my desire to have the final cut. I think he totally gets it.
By the way, Larry, if you are reading this, I still owe you six dollars.
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