{"id":4228,"date":"2016-09-02T14:54:52","date_gmt":"2016-09-02T13:54:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.globalwanderings.co.uk\/test\/test\/?p=4228"},"modified":"2016-09-02T14:54:52","modified_gmt":"2016-09-02T13:54:52","slug":"prune-the-verb","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.globalwanderings.co.uk\/test\/prune-the-verb\/","title":{"rendered":"Prune, the verb"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I have a love \/ hate feeling towards pruning. I love the idea of doing it, tidying up a tree or bush knowing that it&#8217;ll look nicer and, with luck, more bountiful. Today I stood in front of our apricot tree, armed with a two kinds of loppers (the saw kind and the snipping kind), a pair of secateurs, a ladder and a copy of the RHS&#8217; Pruning and Training book.\u00a0 This book is full of amazing photos, diagrams, instructions and advice. It makes pruning look a doddle. I read the book and look at the tree. I do this a few times. Reading the book I know what to do, looking at the tree I am completely fazed. So I start by cutting away the weak branches, the overlapping ones, the downward ones and the inward growing ones. The tree now needs the proper prune. I read the book and look at the tree. Hmmm. Part of the problem is I didn&#8217;t prune it last year. Anyway, I brave the wobbly ladder and 30 minutes later, with only minor cuts to one wrist and a little saga when a wasp flew up my skirt, there is a huge pile of branches and leaves on the ground. One pruned tree.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.globalwanderings.co.uk\/test\/test\/?attachment_id=4229\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-4229\"><img data-attachment-id=\"4229\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.globalwanderings.co.uk\/test\/prune-the-verb\/prune\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.globalwanderings.co.uk\/test\/wp-content\/uploads\/prune.jpg?fit=550%2C391&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"550,391\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"prune\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.globalwanderings.co.uk\/test\/wp-content\/uploads\/prune.jpg?fit=400%2C284&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.globalwanderings.co.uk\/test\/wp-content\/uploads\/prune.jpg?fit=550%2C391&amp;ssl=1\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-4229\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.globalwanderings.co.uk\/test\/test\/wp-content\/uploads\/prune.jpg?resize=550%2C391&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"prune\" width=\"550\" height=\"391\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.globalwanderings.co.uk\/test\/wp-content\/uploads\/prune.jpg?w=550&amp;ssl=1 550w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.globalwanderings.co.uk\/test\/wp-content\/uploads\/prune.jpg?resize=400%2C284&amp;ssl=1 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 550px) 100vw, 550px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I have no idea if I have done the right thing. Time to tackle the others&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have a love \/ hate feeling towards pruning. I love the idea of doing it, tidying up a tree or bush knowing that it&#8217;ll look nicer and, with luck, more bountiful. Today I stood in front of our apricot tree, armed with a two kinds of loppers (the saw kind and the snipping kind), a pair of secateurs, a ladder and a copy of the RHS&#8217; Pruning and Training book.\u00a0 This book is full of amazing photos, diagrams, instructions&#8230;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"><a class=\"btn btn-default\" href=\"https:\/\/www.globalwanderings.co.uk\/test\/prune-the-verb\/\"> Read More<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">  Read More<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[9],"tags":[140,139],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pABxF-16c","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.globalwanderings.co.uk\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4228"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.globalwanderings.co.uk\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.globalwanderings.co.uk\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.globalwanderings.co.uk\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.globalwanderings.co.uk\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4228"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.globalwanderings.co.uk\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4228\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4231,"href":"https:\/\/www.globalwanderings.co.uk\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4228\/revisions\/4231"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.globalwanderings.co.uk\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4228"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.globalwanderings.co.uk\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4228"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.globalwanderings.co.uk\/test\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4228"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}