Where I am, it is time for pruning. Each day if have a few minutes or more, I get to talk with the trees. They are changing right now and for me they might be their most beautiful. Their branches are craggy and busted from winter storms but the new shoots are here, reaching out in wild directions.
"...pruning feels like cooking which feels like poems." Just beautiful. Thanks for this thoughtful, pleasant piece.
Lovely lilting positive prose!