The sunny spring-like weather of Presidents' Day weekend proved perfect for finishing the job of disposing or our downed trees. Jim got our chainsaw, which had bit the sawdust when he used it to cut up the fir tree that fell on our patio, back from the repair shop. He finished chopping the trunk of that tree into sections and then went to work on the plum tree.
We were amazed by the beauty of the inside of the tree. On the outside, the bark is rather dull, but the inside of the tree was full of color.
We hauled off three truckloads of limbs and branches to the local pig farm. We will miss our plum tree, but it appears to have a young self growing up from the roots that we shall leave to grow and replace its parent.
- Tennessee, United States
- Retired teacher living in East Tennessee, adjusting to life in the land of round door knobs. Photographer for our local animal shelter and foster of many dogs and kitties. Don't ask me how many dogs I have, but my son got me one of those "I'm the crazy dog lady" sweatshirts.