This summer has seen several trees come down at the mercy of my Stihl chain saw. It's never a happy thing to cut a tree, but these were sad, sorry, aged trees that were on the verge of falling into the yard or driveway, or--worse yet--onto a house where they might hurt someone or damage the house.
So, we cut down a tree that had a big branch come down off it and expose the rotten core, so that it only had about half of the outer bark even available to keep it upright. Our friends Amy and Phil helped on an early Sunday morning when we thought the fewest cars would be out trying to get by on the typically busy street that runs by our house and where we would be dropping the tree. But the, as the two women stood on the street blocking traffic, and as I made the final cut to drop the tree, a woman in a red SUV exclaimed (at about 7:15am), "I can't be late for church!" She then zipped around our guards and continued on her mission from God. And narrowly escaped the tree fall.
Once we had that tree cut up and hauled away and cleaned up the driveway, we had a little breakfast.
Then we journeyed to Phil and Amy's to cut down their tree, one split down the middle so that every breeze opened and closed a long crack on the trunk. Theirs too, had rot down the center. We dropped their big ash tree into the street, cut it up, hauled branches and twigs away, and then hauled the firewood back to our place. Six or so hours and we had the two trees down.
But yesterday was another story.