Monday, January 30
It makes me sad that we have to take down our pretty Ash tree (right), but it barely had leaves last summer, and Amos said there was nothing he could do for it.
So he came on Monday morning to put it out of it’s misery.
First he took down the small tree that was attached to it.
Then he began work on the main tree.
The only good thing about taking the tree down is the unobstructed view from our kitchen window.
After they left I finished processing 2,000+ newsletters for the post office. Thankfully I have software and equipment to do most of it by computer, printer, and inserter.
I was surprised to come upstairs (my office is in the basement) in the early afternoon and see snow.
The birds were busy
The “tree guys” came for their last piece of equipment later in the afternoon.
Now my new view includes snow.
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
Monday, December 28
This tree has been a concern to us for the past few years.
We always told people not to park close to it – especially if it was windy, because dead branches came crashing down without warning.
As I watched Amos take this tree down – piece by piece – I understood why someone with his skill is often called a tree surgeon.
He didn’t allow even one branch fall to our driveway – but gently lowered them to the ground.
This “critter” ate up small branches and created sawdust in seconds.
His helpers clean up branches and sawdust so thoroughly before they leave that the area look better than it did before they came.
From the north side of the house.
Behind the house.
A naked tree
Cerwin and Amos
We had another tree in the lower part of our yard that needed to come down as well.
This was a clean cut – no wires, house, or driveway to worry about.
It was down before I even thought about changing my camera to “rapid fire.”
Now I understand why it didn’t cost as much to take this one down.
The wood-eater is in business again.
Ready for Jere and his boys to cut up into firewood.
Now that the vehicles were out of the way, Amos went back to the tree at the corner of our house to finish that job.
I wish I had been this close when water gushed out of the cut he was making.
That bothered him a bit because he wasn’t sure it would fall where he wanted it to land.
There it goes!
Right where he wanted it! This wood will go to our nephew, Travis, who will cut it up for firewood.
Good job, Amos. You are the best.