I know it has to happen at times, but Ooo… I-just-dun’-like-it.
The heavy ‘cutting-back’ of trees.
Some beloved trees around our home have been lopped back this morning in an act of ‘overzealous’ pruning, you could say…
More for the benefit of our neighbours than ourselves – the trees have always provided us with a safe umbrella of privacy and coolness. There has been some contention over boundaries and who the trees actually belong to, but at the end of the day, in the interest of neighbourly good-will and in the face of what could have become an ugly affair, we decided to oblige…
All morning the chainsaws have been cleaving and gnawing their way through sinewy trunks and old stumps.
When the noise abated, I snuck outside… and stepped into full sunlight, like a small and diminutive rabbit in spotlights…
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that my heart felt heavy.
The trees are seemingly all gone. The shade evaporated. Our private cloak of anonymity peeled back to reveal our haven in naked glory.
BUT – I have to remind myself of this… the trees are not gone forever.
As the brewing months produce the Wet we are promised, those gorgeous trees will sprout new life.
They will shift and wake under falling rain, shooting up succulent flays of green and emerald. The curtain will fall back into place, more luscious and splendid then before…
I have to remind myself of this.
From pruning, from purging, from ‘cutting-back,’ comes new life. Fresh perspective. Opportunity to grow in directions previously unseen.
And so, with the trees around me leading the way, I will tentatively follow suit. Spring is fast merging into Summer – and the time is ripe for purging and snipping and original growth.
Health. Business. Goals.
Cupboards. Wardrobes. Storage.
With figurative chainsaw in hand, I’m going to start chopping. And.. the idea here is… to start flourishing too.
From your own periods of chopping, cutting, pruning, purging… in garden and Life alike… please, reassure me… what has sprouted as a result…?