On my walks, a lemon tree branch had grown down to about 5 feet above the sidewalk. Right in the middle. The lemons were all picked but there it was – ready to bonk the unwatchful passerby in the forehead. So one day I thought to bring some clippers to trim it a few feet higher. Next walk I forgot them. And the next. And, actually, the next one too. But finally I made a note and brought them along. That day when I walked by the limb was clipped already. Humm ….