They had to stop the tree work yesterday when a large chunk of trunk swung right into one of the worker’s faces. He seemed okay, thankfully, but a concussion check at the ER was required. So they didn’t finish.
At 7:00 am they parked a massive crane in my neighbor’s driveway and a wood chipper and other trucks on the street out front. Men, roped, clanky with carabiners, comfortable with heights, were lifted up into the limbs and were hard at it by eight.
They cut upper the growth off first. It was startling to see sections of tree, some the size of young trees themselves, roped and then hoisted over the neighbor’s roof. The men were friendly and efficient. I got a little caught up in the impressive skill on display which I later felt grateful for because the loss here is stunning.
But I am surprised to find two things to feel grateful for this morning. One, much more light graces our side yard now. Since the sun sets over that way, it’ll be very noticeable in the late afternoons. Also, the scraggly yew at the lot line that I always not-so-secretly condemned for its misshapen reach across the fence, now stands in as essential screening from the neighbors.
In other news, I made out like a bandit at the library’s semi-annual puzzle swap. Dropped off seven and came home with six!
I was among a herd of seniors that swarmed through the doors right after opening.
Good tree cutters are amazing. That’s one big tree.
I think I’ll organize a puzzle swap here, great idea.
I had two very very wide and tall trees taken down because the next door neighbor had her propane tanks placed where a branch coming down would cause some exploding excitement next to my bedroom. Refused to move the tanks…. My Tree Guy was so upset he wanted to go talk her into moving the tanks. The trees came down- I don’t speak to her.
Gawd. Awful neighbors.
This neighbor? A fabulous steward to this beauty of a tree. She had weak spots cabled and paid the big bucks for a tree company to fertilize regularly. But stewardship is no match for a fungal disease.
Wow! Any idea how old the tree was? Quite a tree!
Some day soon I’ll post a few of the pix I have.
The house next to it was built in the 1700’s. Mid to late. We think the tree was already here. But even if not, it’s got to be at least 250 years old.
Dee~ Always hard to see these beautiful trees go. An oak fell up the block and around the corner. Landed on the home owners truck, but only damaged the roof and hood, sides and tailgate looked fine. It was kinda sitting between branches. Kinda amazing how there are not more tree accidents. I talked to the tree cutters on my walk. Such talent they have, even if I’ve watched too many. I hope the new light is a cheerful addition. We have puzzles in the lobby, free for the using. I never do…yet.
i seem to remember you mentioned it was 300 years old, not bad…..we all have limited time here is what i say to comfort self….and you two!!
ha, puzzles! enjoy:-))
love crosswords, maybe time for a puzzle this winter
saskia
That the tree had a good run is a positive way to look at its demise.
I would have been right with you at the puzzle swap … they are crazy expensive. I’ve been lucky finding mine at the Salvation Army. Even an old much loved tree coming down has its trade offs. Have a happy weekend!!
Hope your weekend is good too!
What a massive tree! It is so sad that its life is over, but nothing lasts forever. The increased light in your yard will help you accept its loss.
Im surprised how much I’m enjoying seeing more sky.