Not quite bonsai
A bit more than a year ago my wife and I became homeowners. On the whole this is a good thing (property taxes aside). Sadly, between work, school and family commitments I’m not able to spend as much time working on my yard as I would have liked. (In fact, I eventually broke down and hired Bayou City Lawns to handle most of the upkeep for me, ’cause I just didn’t have time…)
The one arboreal solace I’ve left myself is the annual pruning of the four crape myrtle trees in our front yard. Now I’m neither a botanist nor a landscaping engineer, so I have no idea how best to take care of these trees. Heck, I didn’t even know what a crape myrtle was until I discovered that I owned four of them. But I have to admit that I enjoy standing out by the street with my shears & clippers thinning out the young growth and the bits that look like they’re headed for territorial conflict. Instead of doing what everyone else probably knows from experience is the right thing to do, i.e. lopping off everything and leaving stubs, I really do like to pretend it’s a giant bonsai, and that by carefully and thoughtfully doing a snip here, a clip there, I can somehow bring out the inner treeness and become one with my yard.
Or maybe it’s just novel for me to be out in the sun for a bit, so I get a tad delusional. Your guess is as good as mine.