I posted last week that the prodigious rainfall of the past month or so (with
yet more in the forecast) did the root systems of the local flora no favors.
At Pleasant Hill, a.k.a. The Old Homestead, in Martinsville, after more inches
of rain in a few days than we should see in months, the roots of a couple of
trees on the hillside behind the house gave up the ghost. Fortunately, the
house escaped unscathed (although the Greensboro homestead is still awash in
mud). Possibly unfortunately, there are still a lot of trees within
falling range. Make no mistake, I love my woods, I like trees, and a totally
cleared lot and neighborhood is the bane of my existence.
But I so dislike trees what cost me insane amounts of money.
Anyway, this business left me with the question: pay the professionals to do
an expensive job or spring for a chainsaw and show the deadwood who’s boss?
Well, I can’t say I haven’t lamented not having a chainsaw for the
occasional jobs that have begged for one, so... I sprung for a chainsaw.
Picture left, taken on the day of the falling flora. Picture right, after a
couple of hours work this morning. I will tell you, that is one heavy
motherfuckin tree right there. For a one-man job, it was pretty rigorous, so
I'll be back at it again tomorrow — and for the final clean-up, probably next
week as well. Did I mention I has a tired?
Well, I do.
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| Just getting going |
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| Definite improvement. Will hope to finish on my next visit. |
