14 November 2009

tree massacre

Shortly after I moved to river city I was given the title of Chief Tree Hugger. A republican tree hugger you say? Yep. I believe that how we treat creation is indicative of what we think of our Creator. Besides, there are a ton of other benefits that any self-respecting conservative would be hard-pressed to refute, if they were truly a conservative.

Well, for all the, possibly, hundreds of trees I have planted in my 41 years I have never been responsible for cutting one down...until this week. You see, when we bought "the pink house" across the street behind us (now green) we also received a massive soft maple tree with it. This old tree was probably 5' across and 70' tall with three massive main branches that dwarf most trees lining main street. Its age was showing with decay in its extremities and near main branch connections. One day while working inside the pink house the wind picked up and a chunk fell out while I was standing just a few feet away. At that time I decided to have an arborist do some pruning. That was expensive enough. The price to take it down didn't seem to warrant its removal. Besides....I kinda liked this tree.....our woodpeckers loved it and it was where we spotted the pileated woodpecker and turkey roosting one time.

The big tree on the right of the former pink house


But this past summer, on the day we were celebrating my daughter's birthday, with little wind blowing, another large limb (small compared to most on the tree) dropped perfectly between our neighbors' porch and car. He was unnerved. I figured it was time for it to go. The next drop would have landed on top of my barn....and insurance is rarely enough. Now, only a third of the tree was actually on my property. A third was on the neighbors' and another third was the city's-but they wanted nothing to do with it. The neighbor's landlord and I are splitting the bill.

Clean-up from the summer's drop


So, the tree cutters came and started early Monday morning. Thankfully I had several meetings that day which took me away from the window I could look directly out of and see the massacre. When I got home it was dark and with the exception of lots of sawdust blowing around I couldn't detect the change until the morning. There's a big hole across the street that needs a tree in it.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

one word my friend RENEWAL

Wingman

hoosier reborn said...

two words...IN PROCESS

vanilla said...

Trees too, have a "lifespan." I had to remove a similar huge and old maple a few years ago.

btw, How is it that some people don't see the root connection between "conservative" and conservation?"

hoosier reborn said...

That brand of conservatism, that our parents knew, is not the same brand out there today. Conservative today actually means the opposite...it is indulging in excess because it is your right to do so, and hey, you're helping the economy along the way. Trees get in the way of excess, just as one river city industrialist said in response to seeking a variance to build more on his property "a blade of grass has never made me any money and there wouldn't be any if I had my way"

Who'da thought that the generation who squeked by in the depression would have raised such kids and grandkids!

vanilla said...

Too true, HR, and since I am of your parents' (or even your grandparents') generation, you may see how difficult it is for me to adapt to the myriad of "new" meanings that the good old words I grew up with have been warped into.

(I love prepositional endings)

::athada:: said...

I *heart* trees too, but like everyone, I hate getting crushed by them. I pulled a G-Washington this fall and cut down my folk's cherry tree (which wouldn't have crushed us, but was not bearing fruit... more meaning there too!).

hoosier reborn said...

I suppose we would hear the sounds of "timber" throughout our nation's churches if we took the Bible literally.