LeMon Tree

So, the summer's done and my Meyer lemon tree has been wrestled with again. This time, armed with big-ass shears and google, I gave it a good pruning. Its arms had grown long, like the branches of a willow tree, and it still had nine lemons on it. They smell nice, though a little green. Pruning is a lot of fun. I admit to wincing with every snip though. The tree, so bare of its former spindly-wood, reminded me of a poem by Koos du Plessis:

Skielik is jy vry (Suddenly, you are free)
As niemand van jou hoor nie,
as niemand van jou weet nie,
kan jy tog niks verloor nie,
kan niemand jou vergeet nie.
As niemand jou bemin nie,
as niemand jou ooit raak nie,
kan niemand trou versin nie,
kan niemand jou versaak nie.
Dis tog so eenvoudig:
dis jy, alleenlik jy,
en die groter sorge
gaan vanself verby.
Niks om te verhaal nie,
net die vrede bly.
Niks om te betaal nie-
en skielik is jy vry.
As jy op niemand leun nie,
en niks van iemand vra nie,
hoef niemand jou te steun nie,
hoef niemand jou te dra nie.
Dis tog so eenvoudig:
dis jy, alleenlik jy,
en die groter sorge
gaan vanself verby.
Niks om te verhaal nie,
net die vrede bly.
Niks om te betaal nie-
en skielik is jy vry.

I guess the lemon tree is not home free.