Our tree lawn tree was suffering a bit. It had some dried branches that I just couldn't get off. Standing at the top ladder, I was still too short. The neighbor suggested that I phone the city to have them come out to trim it. After all, it is their tree anyhow.
The City Arborist came out and gave it a look. He phoned me with some rather sad news.
She had to go.
It seems that he found "a cavity" and that he put a stick into it that went about "3/4 of the way through." He promised me that they would cut it down and replant in the fall. Still, when they came, it was very, very sad.
|The axe murderers came.|
|He wielded his long handled chain saw.|
|Until she was a very tall stump. They cleaned up all around her . . .|
|. . . And they left her that way. No kidding. It was like the tree was continually giving me the ugly finger from the tree lawn. It was not pretty.|
|The neighbor came to ask if he could have the wood. I said to have at it. He did and lookie what he found.|
|The arborist was right.|
|And with that, Mike left me a shorter stump that doesn't look as hideous as the tall one.|
So sad to see her go, but the arborist was right and I am very glad that she didn't come down on someone.