I love the tranquility and the connection to nature that comes from living in the woods. Robby loves spending his hours playing in the stream, climbing the trees and looking for assorted creatures only to return home sopping wet and covered with mud and unknown muck. There is only one not-so-small complaint I have about the setting: the upkeep is a bear!
Last year we had a large tree cut down and we discovered
the high cost of tree removal. It took me nearly six weeks to roll the
imposing trunk sections up the hill so that the yard would be clear. If
it weren't for Mr. Bill's assistance, I'm sure that the brush, twigs and
branches would still be littering our yard. Once everything was cleaned
up, I vowed that I would, at all cost, avoid getting another tree cut
Scott apparently misunderstood my statement because when he
heard that the electric company would cut down our large hickory tree
at no charge, he jumped at the opportunity. I was saddened when the crew
arrived last week to remove one of my favorite trees. It didn't bother
me that it was beginning to lean towards the power lines, but I figured
that it was better to be safe than sorry. If we could get a tree
removed, it was probably a good opportunity.
The power company
did cut down the large hickory tree, but I became agitated when the crew
left the tree chunks in the center of our yard. Without bothering to
change out of my pink monkey pajama bottoms, I went running after their
truck to find out when they were coming back to finish the job. This is
when I learned that Scott's free-tree-removal plan was fatally flawed.
power company will cut a tree down, but they do not remove it from the
property. I now have obscenely heavy hickory tree sections, each 4 foot
long, laying throughout the my front yard. Each section seems impervious
to my pushing. Incidentally, I learned that standing over it and
cursing has no impact either!
Of course Robby is delighted with
the cut up tree. The trunk pieces make an ideal playground as he
playfully moves from section to section. I spent the weekend schlepping
the smaller sections to the wood pile. After toiling for countless hours
I had cleared everything that I could lift into the wheelbarrow,
leaving the unmovable pieces for another time.
I have thinking
been about how to remove the trunk sections from the yard. Each idea
eventually leads me to the same conclusion- it is going to be slow,
difficult and probably painful. So much for our great money saving idea!