When a tree falls in your backyard...you hear it. While working in my kitchen I heard a huge crash and rushed to our back porch. Laying across half our backyard was a huge branch from our pine tree. It was a miracle it didn't hit: our fence, our neighbors garage, our new porch, or any of our new landscaping. So for that, happy dance. Everything else about this story will be a crushing defeat.
|The only clear picture I have of the pine tree.|
|Note its lovely bend and now bare open midsection|
The timing of the branch fall was poor. We had just finished our porch, we had a large house party scheduled in a little over a month, and we were exhausted. I called out a couple tree companies and the agreement was the tree had to go. It was about 40 years old which is the average life span for a ponderosa pine. I was told it would most likely continue to drop large limbs to the danger of structures, humans, and wildlife. I thought about leaving the tree, until after our house party and then taking it down in the fall. That would have worked except I am a worry wart. I knew everytime it got windy or rainy or anything other then perfect weather I would imagine the tree uprooting and taking out my house, killing Gus, and causing my neighbors to sue me.
We got a quote to remove the tree for $400, as a bonus they were willing to remove the horrible juniper tree in the corner of the front yard and grind out the stump. Deal. So three weeks after 'the event' I came home to this in my backyard.
|Well hello sea foam house... have you always been there?|
|This is the big gray monster, Portland's answer to Boston.|