I planted these trees about 23 years ago. I find the garden provides my best metaphors. The sunburst on the right is rangy, takes up lots of sunlight and needs to be cut back - hard - every few years.
The golden elm has never needed to be pruned but has simply taken what it'll get. Still a majestic tree the golden elm has allowed the dominant sunburst the centre and has still grown tall and beautiful.
Nature finds a way.
This touches something deep in side of me. I believed that this was what a poached egg was until in a high school home economics class I was told just just to boil some water and crack an egg into it.
No. But yes. I suppose that is poaching.
I got a coddled egg kit from mum's estate a few months ago and thanks to my three lovely chooks I have been able to do this on a regular basis. The Tabasco sauce a recent addition.
