Friday, September 30, 2011

Trees

by Kelly

Ah, autumn! Crisp apples, warm days and cool nights, and the smell of woodsmoke in the air. And sawdust. Did I mention sawdust?

Me plus tree. That's not the trunk.








Outside our front door
We've cut down three trees in the last two weeks. Donna and her husband cut down two, and we cut down one.

This little saga started with a neighbor informing me that our dead tree creaked so much during a recent storm that she was afraid it would fall on her dog. Now, I like dogs and all, but if I thought a tree was about to fall, I would be more concerned with property damage. Like houses, and cars, for example. I would think a dog would have the good sense to run out of the way.

Still, we decided to bite the bullet and pay to get the tree cut down. ($950, by the way, for those of you who have never been forced to have this done. And that was really a good price - we have paid more.) While we waited patiently for the tree guy to show up, feeling like the Sword of Damocles was hanging over our heads (or rather, our house),  Donna's tree, which was still green and leafy, fell down one morning while I was watching.

So began an orgy of tree felling.

One thing I have noticed, is that if you have something like this


in front of your house, people will beat a path to your door to ask if you're selling firewood. Even if they have to climb over tree trunks to get to your door.

2 comments:

  1. So did you sell them the firewood? At least that's one good way to make your money back from the 1000 you had to spend. :)

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