When my mother in law visited us in May she counted the trees in our front yard. It's an amazing number, something like 21 or 23. The backyard is pretty much the same. All in all there are pines, oaks, dogwoods, a tulip poplar, a couple flowering fruitless trees and a pretty Chinese maple.
The pines are massive, easily a few score years old. They're big enough and our soil is basically sand, which means pretty wimpy root grasping situation. So storms like Irene had us, and our neighbors, worried about the safety of our homes. Matt and our neighbor have been in the process of cutting down the ones that aren't quite as massive and foreboding.
A couple Saturdays ago they were at it again, chain saws in hand, which was to go. They chose a mid-sized pine in the back, and planned where to fall the tree. To skip all the details, it didn't fall where it was supposed to and nearly crushed our shed. Luckily they maneuvered and manipulated and were inches, or centimeters, away from destruction.
Our children have strict rules when Dad gets out the chain saw, but we had a front row seats to the action from our family room windows.
2 years ago