Bad Tree- Bad Tree

While standing in the middle of the twenty by twenty six foot space that eventually I will sleep within, Michael and I looked around at the trees and imaginated (no this is not a real word, I make them up) what would happen if the wind, the water or snow, possibly lightening or another fire were to happen. It was glaringly obvious that eight, forty foot tall trees, have to come down before even one stick off wood is screwed to another.

They aren't really BAD trees but two of them are very close to the electrical pole and they are already leaning towards the pole and the wire. That makes them potentially dangerous. Not because they might fall but that they would fall into the wires and bring them down. Once they are live, that could mean fire.

Then there is the one that is growing at a forty five degree angle, it is growing almost out of the side of the hill with little or no grasp on the hill and that is why it is a very bad tree. Mother nature is funny sometimes that a tree will live precariously for years without being bothered. But the moment you disturb the ground it sets off a minuscule reaction that will undermine that precarious situation and down the tree will come at the most inopportune time. We can see the future on that one. So, it too has to come down before random used gifts become a home. Standing right next to it bundled within a thirty six inch radius are two more, disturbing the first tree will force the other two down so they too have to go.


The last three trees really are bad trees, one has possibly six branches with barely any life at all. Just a spot or two of green on those branches. One has been topped by beavers and the tree is dying so it will be a hazard and the last if it came down naturally, would fall right in the middle of the Huge Tiny House.

                           

Once the trees are down they will be cut up and used for seats, and chairs, some will be firewood.


Stay tuned we will be videoing the event. My husband can drop a tree on a pop can and I have heard many stories to that effect. I however have never seen that so am nervous that he might hit the truck or the trailer, yes that very same trailer that was ripped apart by thieves.

By the way, who in their right mind would rip a ceiling and wallpaper, doors, cut wires and hoses and yank carpet out when robbing a trailer? Stealing is stupid, destroying the place is viscous. Restoring the trailer would cost more than the cost of building the Huge Tiny House. The person who did it is a nutcase. 

Sorry, that was my squirrel moment for the day. 

The first tree comes down next Friday, anyone who lives nearby that we know who would like to see a tree come down live and unfettered is welcome to come out and watch my husband do his thing. If you do you need to follow his instructions and stay up on the hill and out of the way. 

Besides, since I am nervous, I want my husband to have a tree buddy in case something goes wrong and you need to call for help. 

If you need a bathroom please don't go behind one of the trees that are coming down, we don't need anything special flying through the air.

I warn you he uses words like $#@@,  &*^%,  #@)(, ^0^ &*^% **, and $0^ 0$ ^ &%@(*, when he is working in the heat, if you have sensitive ears you might want to bring some ear plugs.  

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