While it wasn’t on my list of things that have to get done, Emma suggested we start clearing up some junky pine and spruce trees that are in various states of dying along the road in front of the house. The appearence of them certainly doesn’t help the house, and it could actively hurt if a wind storm brings one down.
So we set to work taking down the first one and I nearly killed myself. Even a short, 10-foot pine tree has plenty of weight to it. And when someone gives a sharp tug on a come-along rope, and the tree bounces backwards and begins to come down the opposite direction from where you expected it, all you can do is jump.
I laid out the opposite direction, winding up prone on the ground with a pine tree lying next to me. Needless to say, I was a little gun-shy when it came to the second tree of the day.
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