When we first moved into our house (and garden) in 2009 we inherited a lemon tree. Thanks to years of Mr Mow&Blow it looked more like a manicured privet.
In fairness, maintained at this size it did not obscure the view.
But the weekly shearing meant that it would never produce fruit. This was in dire need of a good pruning. After attending a Master Gardener talk on pruning, I took my lopers and got to work. It wasn’t easy as there are two inch thorns on this baby. Quite literally, the tree fought back. By the end of it I wasn’t sure who’d won.
My mother, who was visiting at the time was horrified at how I’d reduced the bush to four or five branches. Karla and Al, from next door, said, “Good job!” I wondered were they secretly thinking, “Good Lord what has she done!”