on suburban forestry

and keeping the saw handy

They arrived this morning

The city workers - forestry staff.

They were there setting up to bring down the aged out norwegian maple that was full of rot and would soon be enough to knock out power for most on the street.

They were gone by the time I got home. Most of the limbs had fallen prey to the giant chipper.

The main trunk though?

That thing was well over three feet in diameter.

There’s a lot of wood in that trunk.

Coffee tables, saw made planks, sawdust, or hell, I could just burn the fucker for heat.

I had to get it home.

It’s there in one eight foot length.

Too heavy to roll, I’d use my rope puller / comealong, but that’s out in the country.

Ditto my saw.

I know what to do.

I know how to do it.

The tools though?

They’re just outta reach right now.

The damn tree will be gone by dusk.

Someone else will have the pleasure of playing with a fifty year old maple.

Opportunities eh?

They’re like trees.

Cut one down and there’s another one right behind them.

And?

When opportunity presents itself?

It’s nice to have the saw handy.