5 more inches of powdery snow. The snowplow is back to his old tricks--he's doing my gardening for me. Or in this case, my pruning. I found a rhododendron branch 20 feet away from the shrub.
On the other hand, the snowplow might wonder what that branch is doing in his way.
Space. Is it yours? Is it "mine"? Does the rhododendron own that space? Or does the snowplow?
We claim a space as ours--a seat at the theater or in the meditation hall. Then we find someone else sitting in "our" seat. Is it really "ours"?
The rhododendron is pruned, and what remains is lovely spacious space.