A Japanese Pagoda tree is rubbing against our second story window.
I have the urge to climb it and trim it, right there on 181st Street. You're allowed to do that in New York City. The parks department gives you a 4 hour training course and then issues a card that gives you carte blanch (vert?) to go hack the unruly trees on your street.
It's striking to me how in my middle years I don't seem to do new things so much as revisit activities of my youth. In this case, tree trimming was my job from 1987-1988. It's now become a hobby. Here's a cherry tree I trimmed in March of this year in gratitude for being hosted out in East Hampton.