The past three years I have planted seven Redbud trees. They were all about a foot tall when first planted. I like Redbuds because they grow pretty fast – and that suits my need to sculpt them. They are now about twelve fee tall.
Every winter, when the leaves are gone and the sap is down, I study the individual branches and general tree shape. Then I make some adjustments. I sculpt the live trees – molding their future. The thin young branches lend themselves to a variety of manipulation. Sometimes three branches run close enough together to be braided. Sometimes I loop the flexible youth into circles. Every time I make an adjustment I tie the branch in place with a biodegradable twine.
Spring comes and the trees blossom. Watching the tree adapt to the unexpected changes during slumber is fascinating. When autumn returns and the leaves return to the soil, I have the joy of seeing how the tree has managed the external stimuli.
Nature struggles to right itself, in spite of the environmental influences of man.