It probably didn’t hurt that it was 92 degrees today.
I haven’t done any pruning at all because it came pre-pruned and two-limbed and in the first year of the mango tree I wanted it to concentrate on becoming solid and strong; I knew if I cut it it would trigger clusters of new branches from each spot. And I wanted it to be easy to cover at night for one more winter before I have to figure out something more elaborate to keep it warm.
At the tip of the one branch that gets just a tiny bit more sun than the rest it burst into four new ones anyway.
That means that, given how they produce, there will now be four times as many future mangoes there. I can manage quite happily with that.
My two limbs have become twelve (at least) all on their own.
It feels like putting yarn next to needles and coming back to find a sweater.
