A beautifully mild November weekend is upon us, Carol and I have taken advantage of it by taking down a backyard tree. Though nice to look at in the summer it is a bit of a scrub tree with gnarly branches, leaves that turn dark brown and curl up before dropping to the ground and become more litter than the spectacle of autumn's regular offerings. Our weekend project of late has been installing new post and rail fencing, the scrub tree had a lean which brought it over part of where the fencing will pass. I felt that as the years pass by the tree was positioned in such a manner that weather or disease might bring it down resulting in damaging our project.
Weapon of choice for the job - my trusty Craftsman electric chainsaw and a hundred feet of extension cord.
Appeared to be a straight forward job and it went well enough but for a simple looking tree there sure was a mess of branches created as I cut it up into brush pile fodder.
Time for the pooches to inspect the carnage. Our cat
Scotia spent the day napping in the house (go figure). She occasionally would show her tree climbing prowess on this particular
specimen so as she
meandered out this evening she may be wondering what heck had been going on while slumbering on the couch.
A beautifully mild November weekend is upon us, Carol and I have taken advantage of it by taking down a backyard tree. Though nice to look at in the summer it is a bit of a scrub tree with gnarly branches, leaves that turn dark brown and curl up before dropping to the ground and become more litter than the spectacle of autumn's regular offerings. Our weekend project of late has been installing new post and rail fencing, the scrub tree had a lean which brought it over part of where the fencing will pass. I felt that as the years pass by the tree was positioned in such a manner that weather or disease might bring it down resulting in damaging our project.
Weapon of choice for the job - my trusty Craftsman electric chainsaw and a hundred feet of extension cord.
Appeared to be a straight forward job and it went well enough but for a simple looking tree there sure was a mess of branches created as I cut it up into brush pile fodder.
Time for the pooches to inspect the carnage. Our cat Scotia spent the day napping in the house (go figure). She occasionally would show her tree climbing prowess on this particular specimen so as she meandered out this evening she may be wondering what heck had been going on while slumbering on the couch.
2 comments:
Tanka_
backyard ugly tree
with gnarly branches twisting
songbirds never sat
tattered dark brown autumn gown
never saw the fence coming
A little Tanka for the soul my friend. I did write a Haiku to use at the end of this post so it's funny getting your comment. I decided not to use it as it did not reach out.
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