That big silver poplar snag that was near the lane on the back corner of the lot??? Most of it isn't there anymore!! You see, its big grabby limbs were hanging right over the new grape vines and berry bushes that Dad & I have been trying to get started. You never know how rotten snags are, or when they'll let go . . . So . . .
A week ago, Dad leaned Uncle Jim's ladder up against the tree trunk and ascended with
chainsaw in hand. He hates ladders and trimming trees, because you can fall OR things can fall on you. . . and he didn't like that idea at all!
He was very cautious (good for him!), looked things over periodically and took the job a little bit at a time.
After he sawed through the trunk as far as the saw would cut, Dad drove in some wooden wedges to spread the cut further.
The tree finally came down about 10 a.m., in time for the Scouts 
across the street at the church to hear the big CRAA-A-A-A-CK and wonder what the noise was.
across the street at the church to hear the big CRAA-A-A-A-CK and wonder what the noise was.
Last of all, here is the triumphal Dad, standing on the carcass! I love it!!!
2 comments:
ROFL! I love Wayne's muscle pose on the enormous stump! What a great photo! I am Granddad... hear me roar! I love the fact that you have all of this documented!
I love it too...it makes me laugh to think of dad methodically bringing down the tree. I am a bit sad to see it go...but I rememeber long ago when you had to bring down that other one...right on top of (wasn't it you?) somebody...almost. AND I love the pic of dad triumphantly posed on the dead tree.
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