PRUNING

Reminds me of some Indian Hawthorne I had in the front yard. I’d babied it, and pruned for a couple years getting the shape and bud production to a maximum. Then one year, I watched and waited, it was loaded with buds. Every night when I came home, I would take a look, it was just about to burst into pink bloom.
Then one night as I passed by, the shapes were all wrong, there were no buds opening in the moonlight. I turned on the porch light and AGGHHHH! 

My wife had SCALPED it. All the buds laying decapitated there in the bed and gasping a last breath on the concrete walk.
I nearly cried I really did.