We lost a giant Elm tree this Spring. Giant like 300-years-old-giant.
We’ve been too busy working on the inside of the house and doing the usual Spring yard work to do much more than look at it and imagine both aching muscles and warm fires. Apparently the neighbors are looking at it too. We heard one through our open living room window comment as he went by, “That tree’s been there for months. They need to get it off their lawn.” Gee, thanks. That’s very helpful.
Jon and Andrew got a start on it this past weekend, cutting it into more manageable pieces and clearing up the brush. Still a mountain of work to do, but as another, more sympathetic, neighbor commented, “It’s a workaday world.”