And the Tree Came Tumbling Down

To get a head start on the fall winds, we decided to be proactive and take the questionable trees down ourselves.  After going through the required channels and getting the approval, the work began.

The big boys got the chainsaw out

and the younger one got the ax

A lot of trees came down, and most fell where they were supposed to  . . .

. . . but some defied the guys "careful" calculations.

Where are going to burn all the wood now?

Or sit down while we roast our marshmallows?

Since these were our only casualties, we counted it as a successful day.

The boys tree house also had to come down due to some rotten posts.  It was interesting that our oldest, who obviously hasn't played in it for quite some time, was the saddest about this event.  Maybe because he made the most memories in it and he was old enough to "help" his dad and grandpa build it.  Then again, he was also very nostalgic about the spindly alders that were taken down. 

The deer was not bothered a bit by the noise and commotion.  As soon as a tree came down, they rushed to feast on the fresh, formally unreachable green leaves.

There were some spots that were unreachable to our guys as well, no matter how brave they are, some jobs were left for the professionals.