Clancy cut down several dead, dying, ugly, and inconveniently placed trees this past Saturday. There are still so many more to deal with, but we wanted to make sure the mess got cleaned up before the grass started growing so we only cut a few at a time.
Thanks to a chainsaw and use of my dad's Bobcat, we got all the firewood carried to the stove area and all the branches carried to a clear area near the pasture where a bonfire this fall will do no harm. It is quite a mountain of brush, and I'm sure more will be added to it in the weekends to come.
A few of the trees that we took out were over-mature birch along the lake shore. They have been there for as long as I can remember. We will miss their shade and creamy white trunks...but not the enormous dead limbs they would randomly drop. Thankfully, several young birch trees are already established in the vicinity. The tradition continues...
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