Guess what we did today... I'll give you a clue.
Yes, the pictures of the living room are rather dark.
Did you notice the difference?
I sure notice the difference.
And oh boy, did we get a lot done.
We had a problem tree. Too close to the house, and too crazy. Not far from the ground it split into three huge trunks. At least two of the three had been topped at different times. If you're not familiar with Douglas firs, if you top them, they will grow a "crown". Many smaller branches will sprout right below the cut, and they all compete to become a new tree, way up high. Sort of like a giant, mutant Saguaro cactus. So this was not one tree we were dealing with, but several.
And did I mention the part about right next to the house? Why yes, yes I did.
And the prevailing winds here blow toward the house. Consequently anything that comes off the tree comes right at the house. Yah. I'm not too crazy about that part. Oh, and they 'like' to break at the crowns. We had one piece come down in a windstorm, right on the peak of the roof. And the butt end of it was a good ten or eleven inches in diameter.
Not that I have to justify this to you (or anybody), but that's why we took out the tree.
That and I'm tired of cleaning needles out of the gutters,
cones out of the yard, and moss out of the grass.
Yah, that too.
Kind of tricky, this tree. Being right next to our house, right next to the street, and surrounded by various power/phone/cable lines. (We unhooked the neighbor's cable TV for about a half an hour, with their permission.) But our logger friend dropped it right where we wanted, with surgical skill ;D
Then the work began... so many trunks, and branches, and cones, and so much mess! And oh my, let me assure you, I am quite unaccustomed to eight hours of hard, physical labor. But all went well, in spite of our neighbor - Moonbat Busybody. A city official paid us a visit, early in the afternoon, claiming that they'd received a complaint (gee, who would've seen that coming) that we had cut down a tree without a permit (and we all know that permission = revenue) that was in the city right-of-way.
Well, let me tell you something. My family has owned this house and property since 1902. I'm pretty sure that tree was OURS. But if he wants to call it the city's... I asked him,
Do you mean that we could have had the city remove this problem tree, that has been threatening our house for years?
Oh no, ma'am, the tree is the property owner's responsibility.
Well great. We just took responsibility, then.
Actually, the city guy was pretty nice and very reasonable.
Much to Moonbat Busybody's chagrin, I'm sure.
We were tempted to buy a bottle of vodka and leave it on her doorstep, with a sympathy card, but decided to take the high-road and stop at gloating privately.
And thanks to my dad, Kerry, and three hard-working boys, we got a lot done.
I'll show you.