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Let me take the opportunity of the sunny weather before the arrival of snow this weekend. It is time to prune the plants in the garden. The hibiscus had their glorious moment in the summer. When the flowers dried and the leaves fell, leaving behind naked twigs and bare stems. The branches of the fig tree desperately needs a trimming too. So tall they have grown, that their fruits are beyond reach even with a ladder. It only makes the birds happy because they are the only ones enjoying the sweet pulps. So off they go, one by one, under the snipping of my shears.
The plants do not suffer at all. On the contrary, they benefit from the annual pruning. Given that boaster, they will grow taller, more voluptuous and bounteous next year.
This is my favourite moment in the whole gardening process. 600m3 of garden space? Chicken feet. 3 days’ work? No problem! Actually, I don’t consider that as work at all. It is endearing to be able to contribute something to nature. Imagine, next year there will be more flowers because I intersected the right branch! (or the plant just perish because I slashed off a vital trunk)
Pruning plants is not so much different from how one raises his/her children. To decide what is good for them, we must first identify what they really are. I mean, we cannot expect a rose from a cactus plant. We delete the distorted section to prevent them going astray. We encourage the stronger wing so that they can flourish. We lent a helping hand so that they can reach new heights to receive sunshine. When we make the wrong judgement for them, it will cause disastrous effect in the long run.
I have done well last year in the pruning event and was rewarded a garden with bountiful flowers. Let’s hope I will do better this year. It is a continuous learning process for me.
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Let me take the opportunity of the sunny weather before the arrival of snow this weekend. It is time to prune the plants in the garden. The hibiscus had their glorious moment in the summer. When the flowers dried and the leaves fell, leaving behind naked twigs and bare stems. The branches of the fig tree desperately needs a trimming too. So tall they have grown, that their fruits are beyond reach even with a ladder. It only makes the birds happy because they are the only ones enjoying the sweet pulps. So off they go, one by one, under the snipping of my shears.
The plants do not suffer at all. On the contrary, they benefit from the annual pruning. Given that boaster, they will grow taller, more voluptuous and bounteous next year.
This is my favourite moment in the whole gardening process. 600m3 of garden space? Chicken feet. 3 days’ work? No problem! Actually, I don’t consider that as work at all. It is endearing to be able to contribute something to nature. Imagine, next year there will be more flowers because I intersected the right branch! (or the plant just perish because I slashed off a vital trunk)
Pruning plants is not so much different from how one raises his/her children. To decide what is good for them, we must first identify what they really are. I mean, we cannot expect a rose from a cactus plant. We delete the distorted section to prevent them going astray. We encourage the stronger wing so that they can flourish. We lent a helping hand so that they can reach new heights to receive sunshine. When we make the wrong judgement for them, it will cause disastrous effect in the long run.
I have done well last year in the pruning event and was rewarded a garden with bountiful flowers. Let’s hope I will do better this year. It is a continuous learning process for me.
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