My day was... um.... long.
It starts with a sordid tale of a blue oak gone bad. It was healthy enough. Just always being picked on by the utility clearance guys.
Years ago, I was asked by the HO if I could do something with it. Of course, loving trees as I do, I said yes. Prune it of dead wood and give it a bit of a shaping. Tad of reduction. Lots of layers there. Ugly bugger it was. But, it was an older blue.
Years go by, never any money to do the deed, we only discuss it in passing when I see her at her work.
All of a sudden, one day, I see her house being demo'd . I was in shock. Place was pretty run down. I was a tad worried about her. I caught up with her at the harware store she works at and found out she came into money. Instead of fixing the run down place up... dozer it and new house. Wow I thought! How cool is that.
Then she brings up the tree again. Asking about if I would still work on it once the house is in. I tell her yes.
One day I see the house is all up, pre fab. They butchered the poor thing getting the pieces in. Next I see the HO, I ask what exactly she wants done with the tree. It really looks in poorer shape now. She hates it. She wants it gone. It leans toward her first new home. Please remove it.
I make the date... we get on it.
So.. Mike goes up the tree and starts butchering it out. Big chipper just mincing it up nicely. Firewood up for grabs. Dump site around the corner for 5 yards all told. Easy peasy. I send mike up to the next account and Robert and I set up to handle the wood and the spar.
Lady is allllllll smiles the whole time. Loving it.
Ground all clear. I make the face cut. Matched perfect.
I start the back cut.. all clear... make sure everyone is in a safe place. Set a wedge. Continue...
I have no idea what is going on in the safe place. the tree leans a tad more with each whack of the axe against the hard head.
A bit more back cut... a couple more taps.. pull the saw and stand back.. THUD.
Perfect landing.
I look over and see the lady leaning into Rob, tears flowing. Body shaking. Rob trying to comfort her.. I run over and ask ... "are you ok? WHat is wrong? " ROb says, "we scared her!"
I ask, Afraid of the tree falling??
She says "YES, on the house. My brand new house! I thought it was going to hit it. I thought you were going to fall it a different way."
I wrapped my arms around her.. I mean the woman was dehydrating with the amount of water flowing here.
I put on my best comforting voice. I felt like I had my daughter on one of her helpless sensitive moments. This woman is pushing 70s.
I reassure her there was no way I was going to hit her house. We show her how we measure the tree and space. Why I felled it where I did.
You know the drill boys and girls.
She calms down.. Smiles are back again.. this took about 1/2 hour ....
Now all is good. She will be going back to work singing our praises. Laughing about how she over reacted to a tree falling towards her house. It was all under control
Recently, I had a widow break down over losing trees. Second woman to cry on my shoulder in a month.
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