Haste makes waste, I hear. This is good to keep in mind when you have to prune a cherry tree that suffered a lot of half-broken branches in the big storm. When you don’t take the time to get the ladder and saw out of the garage, and instead hop around with a pair of loppers vainly trying to reach high-up branches, and then finally you drag out the ladder but don’t read the directions (printed on the ladder itself) about how to prop it up, and you don’t set its little “feet” so they can grip the ground, instead letting them bobble around in the air, and then you lean its left side against a good strong bough but let its right side rest against some strong-looking twigs, and you don’t bother moving the ladder around the tree but instead saw branches at increasingly difficult angles, sycophantically murmuring “Poor tree, poor tree” in case the tree senses your irritation and decides to die–well, then, when you’re done, you’ll realize that it took you about an hour longer than it needed to.
And all because your husband never took the time to buy you an axe.
