Ok, it wasn't a cherry tree, but we did cut down the front-yard locust tree. It was there when we bought the house 18 years ago, and it's been interesting to watch in grow over the years.
In truth, I didn't want to take it down, but it had been planted too close to the street and its roots were lifting the sidewalk and running fingers above the grass. And for a neurotic gardener that means the kiss of death.It was my first time with a chain saw, but we handled it. Although there was one incident . . . But I'm not worried because I have a birthday coming up and what better time to ask for a new pair of Levis . . . the leg was fine.
So with Bert's help, WE CUT `ER DOWN. "Another one bites the dust." That boy sure knows how to run a saw, except that when he took over the thing only had two speeds, full throttle or idling.
Reminds you of the deforestation in the Amazon; well maybe not, but the tree did give some good, much-appreciated, open shade in the summer while washing the cars.
With the clock ticking on the chainsaw rental and the project not completed, I called upon the Browns for some help trimming branches away. Being the gracious and loving neighbors they are, down came Aaron and Mike and provided some much appreciated help. Thanks Guys!
Later, the short kids came out to see what dad was doing. Nothing like a stick in the hands of a young boy.
Suddenly, grandma had tricki-bars in the front yard. There hasn't been so much fun with grandma since Twister last month.
In its place I intend to plant the same thing . . . only a miniature version locust that will not grow as high, and a little farther way from the sidewalk. In a few years who will know.
For now, there's a tall stump awaiting to be extradited. But discussions are already being made with Bruce. The decision is whether to "rip it out" with his tractor or cut it off and grind out the roots. Which is better for the neurotic gardener?
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