22 April 2011
it was for the best, it turned out.
There was a home job we had been procrastinating. A tree needed to come down--it was close, too close, to the house. It was raising the corner; the walls were cracking. But it was our only real tree, and anyway no one ever likes to be responsible for cutting down a big, healthy tree in its prime. Well, maybe some people--like nefarious logging CEOs. And beavers. Neither of which we are. My husband seriously considered the prospect of chopping the room next to the tree in half to give it some room.
I put my foot down about that idea, so, sadly, the tree had to go. It made for some intense first-day-of-spring break entertainment.
Our sweet back door neighbors let the boys and I hang out in their yard so we could watch the process from a safe distance. I brought knitting and books but touched neither--I couldn't take my eyes off the feats of geometry and strength going on above our roof. These guys worked HARD.
This "before" photo gives you a sense of just how close it was to the house:
And this photo gives you a sense of just how big--and how decayed--it was at the base.
Those roots that are all wrapped around our foundation were attached to a rotting tree. So in the end, it was probably a blessing that we decided to have it cut down when we did. We really, really miss it and the shade it gave all summer, but rather than dwelling in suburban guilt I think we will move on, share the firewood, plant new trees, and work to keep them healthy.
Another unexpected upside is all the imaginative play that has come out of the event--so I'll close with these photos of the boys' new favorite game, Pretend Chainsaws (ahem).