Today there are a couple of guys cutting down this huge tree in my backyard. It's in a really bad place, wedged between the garage and the storage shed. Any way that it chose to tumble it would hit something. That's why we called in the pros.
I was nervous about the whole process because I couldn't see this ending well. But I've become more optomistic as I've watched them take it down. One piece at at time. Sawing away at the smaller pieces and taking much care with the larger chunks.
It reminds me of writing my novel. It's a task that looks impossible. No matter where you start it seems like a bad place. But if you whittle away at it bit by bit, eventually the task is accomplished.
5 years ago