Friday morning started with the sound of, not one, but two power saws 30 feet from my back door. My neighbors had decided that the two huge, possibly hundred year old trees at the end of their drive needed to go. Why they need to go at 8am, I’m not sure. My son is on break from college and values sleep more than oxygen, therefore he was not happy that all this was taking place right outside his bedroom window.
I headed off to work leaving men dangling in the trees, cherishing the comparative quite of the classroom. Of course by the time I was done lunch duty with a roomful of “can’t wait for summer” grade schoolers, I was missing the noise of the power saws! Home for lunch. The trees are half as short as they were that morning and lucky me, the workers were having their lunch too. Silence.
I wasn’t as lucky when I came home from work at three. The men were no longer dangling from the trees but were now using lifts to saw through the trunks one section at a time. The largest trunk was about 5 foot across. By the time they called it a day each tree had been reduced to a six foot stump.
Looking across my yard that evening, I was glad for the peace and quiet but I was sad for the trees. They were beautiful living creatures that were probably just saplings when the house was built 90 some years ago. They stood there guarding it all that time. Now they’re gone just so that the driveway of the house can be widened. Seem like a pretty high price to pay just to make it easier to back out your car.