I woke up just before seven this morning, and as is my routine - I put my coffee brewing and went to stare out the back deck window while it brewed.
rubbed my eyes
texted my traveling husband
and then went out to assess the damage
We are so sad.
I was getting estimates to take a tree down this year, but not that tree. It's our playground tree.
So, while my plan this morning was to go to church - I wasn't confident that the tree wouldn't keep falling and take down the neighbor's fence. I could hear creaking. With Greg out of town - I'm thankful to have three brothers nearby - one of which I felt confident had a chain saw.
I had him waking up all my neighbors by 8:15.
Everyone woke up but those inside my own home. I told my brother that when they did there would be real tears (there was) and that they would instantly say - "NOW can we get a pool??"
I was close. It was more like this:
- Now nobody is ever going to want to come over. That was the only fun thing we had!
- Can we get a trampoline [no]
- A pool [no]
- We're not going to have An.Y.Thing to do.
My brother was able to successfully cut off the dangerous parts, and I have someone coming over Wednesday or Thursday to cut down the higher branches. We're going to see if we can salvage the branch that Brian is on as well as some of the trunk so we have something left for our in-house monkeys.
For now - we have a lot of fort making brush, and a whole lot of clean up.
Branch pick-up is still two weeks away.