Once upon a time, a daughter tried to pretend it was an ordinary Saturday. Instead, after jogging six miles in the Beaverlett area of Mathews, she pulled into her drive to see some major goings-on at her parents' house next door.
A dead tree that for many years towered over her parents' house now looked like an oversized fish skeleton, depending on the angle. (Look at the one below. Fish skeleton, I tell you.)
The Lady of the House was thrilled to see the tree go down.
It took a village to get this tree down.
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| CB Father, B, W, and Mother, debriefing after the tree was safely down. |
Because nobody likes to be named around here, we'll just say thank you to B, Jr., and W. for their assistance in getting a huge, completely dead tree down from my parents' front yard.
Safely.
Now if my 70-something father can cut the monstrosity safely into usable pieces, all will be good.
