Nip and tuck
It’s February and it’s cold, at least by southern definition. Everything seems hunkered down to keep warm.
Nevertheless, the trees are kicking up pollen. Ask me how I know.
Every year I am taken by surprise when late January and early February bring itchy eyes, stuffy sinuses, and a delicate dusting of yellow on my windshield every morning. But it always happens. Trees are plan ahead types. You’re thinking about Valentine’s Day, and they’re thinking about mid-August. They have a lot to get done before then.
I feel badly for the poor crape myrtles, many of them victims of crape murder. Overzealous landscapers prune them with a vengeance, hacking them down to pitiful little nubbins in the name of making them grow. But crape myrtles don’t need such harsh treatment. Just a little tidying up will do. Nothing drastic.
I suppose any kind of pruning seems harsh to the prunee, however.
It’s hard to be convinced that love looks like hedge clippers.