Tree Time

A few weeks ago the boys were counting the trees that had already changed colors for fall. I thought this was a very creative game to keep the boys entertained as we drove across town. As we topped the hill towards our house, they both shouted out "20!"

Wow, I thought, 20 trees had won the race to dress in their fall colors this early in the season.

Then, I saw the 20th tree was the one in our front yard. The leaves were not a golden yellow, brilliant orange, or flaming red. They were black. Yep, black as in not a healthy shade you want to see on the very tall tree in your front yard leaning towards your neighbor's house.

So yesterday, some trucks arrived. Chainsaws were started. A chipper was used.
Mikey had already boarded the bus to school, but Matt was still at home for the big event. When the limbs began to fall, the excited five year old exclaimed, "This is so cool!" Coming from a little boy who detests loud noises, this was an unexpected reaction. Less than a half an hour later, the tree was nothing more than a pile of logs on the front yard and a stump less than an inch high.

Wow, those tree guys did a great job with cleanup! Not a single branch was left. Unfortunately, the pile of wood could not remain where it was. So, that evening, another guy showed up to finished tidying the yard and wood.
I love my hardworking husband.