The tree guys were here at 8am on Friday, and they set rapidly to work. If you’ve ever seen a tree taken down, it’s quite a controlled process. Someone in spikes climbs up the tree, removing branches as he goes. The crew on the ground hauls the branches to the chipper. The entire neighborhood smelled like a Christmas tree farm, as the evergreen was chopped into fragrant bits.
Once the tree is stripped, the trunk comes down in sections — again, carefully controlled. Loggers may do the “timber” thing in the forest, letting a huge tree fall intact, but not here in an urban neighborhood.
The cedar is gone. I have more light, to be sure. Now grass might grow on that side of the house. I can see every bit of the yard next door — that view will be altered when the six foot cedar fence goes up. But right now, things look pretty bare.
Sara hasn’t been to see the changes yet. My eye is getting used to the cleaned-out look, but I imagine she may find it rather sparse. I’ll have to paint a verbal picture of what it might look like when plantings begin to go back in.