A few short weeks after getting the house in my name, I had an old, deader than dead tree cut down. A week later a smaller tree fell on a power line and had to be taken away. Huge expenses incurred for both those ventures.
Yet, even with all this heaped upon me, I feel okay. Maybe the control freak living inside me is happy now. Of course, so much of life is out of anyone's control, but I am slowly redoing the yard and house to my liking, with the intent of easier care and maintenance in the future. I cannot control the aging process. My digging days will be over soon enough.
I did do something kind of crazy and a little bit stupid on Sunday. There was a limb on the chestnut tree that was being very bothersome as I pulled in or out of the driveway. For the last few weeks, it was on my mental to do list. But the limb was too high up to trim from the ground and handy dandy chainsaw on a stick has mysteriously disappeared. Inspiration struck whilst trimming hedges and doing tree patrol in the front yard. I pulled the truck under the offending limb, set the ladder in the truck bed, and whacked it off with my new sharp handsaw.
Of course, the neighbors came by, walking their dogs and after thanking me for removing shrubbery branches from the sidewalk access, questioned my safety in the back of the truck, on a ladder with a saw, without a spotter. Buzz killers......
Going out of the driveway this morning was much nicer without that branch slapping against the passenger side of my trusty vehicle.
Life is good.