Last night around 11:30 I heard a very loud thump.
I could have sworn something had hit the house. I turned on all the outside lights, but saw nothing to worry about.
When I went over to visit with my MIL this morning, she said she had heard it at the same time, and she felt certain it had hit her cottage. I went outside and looked all around her place, but found no trees down.
My husband, smart man that he is, went up on the roof to look. And sure enough a large branch from the top of this tree had fallen smack dab on the center of my MIL's roof.
Now this is a tree that my husband wanted to cut down when we had gotten home this summer. But I thought it was just too beautiful and wanted him to cut out the dead limps only. I guess I thought he was a monkey, or something. That he could just
scurry up this tree with a chainsaw in his pocket and take out the dead limbs at the very tip top.
Well, I hope I've learned my lesson now.
Not likely, but one can always hope!
This is Leopaul. He is a retired logger and the fellow who keeps us in wood every year. So when Tim decided that tree was coming down-he was the man to call.
Can you see the blue rope attached to the front of
the truck? After Leopaul was done sawing, Tim was to back up the truck pulling the tree down. But that
wasn't at all necessary. It fell on its own!
Remember those wood tiles I showed you a while back? I thought they wood look so much better in
our entry way than our white tiles. Well, I mentioned that
to my husband while he was cutting this tree into
pieces. I'm not sure, but I could've sworn I saw his eyes rolling as he turned back to finish his sawing.
I took that to mean a definite 'no'!
Here is pattern #3 from Aunt Martha. Three more to go.
Have a great weekend!
