The photo story of my week: Death Of A Tree That's Seen A Lot
Not an artistic series but important to me, nonetheless. It was an event I've been dreading for almost a year. The 110 year old sweet gum began to show signs it was dying in September when it dropped earlier than its colleagues. Then this spring it did not leaf out. When limbs began falling, I had to do something. My former tree guy had retired and referred me to the young man who'd apprenticed under him. He took a look, and told me it was done. And he pointed out another limb that was unbalancing another tree and would eventually cause trouble.
Friday they were safely and efficiently brought down. Nothing was harmed.
The limb was more trouble than the tree because it extended all the way across the house, and necessitated maneuvering that enormous truck up a gravel path, park it on an angle, and avoid hitting the old cabin. It had to be dismantled a few feet at a time, and carefully dropped. It look about 2 hours.




The old tree in the front was planted when my uncle was born. My grandparents planted a tree for each child, and that child was responsible for caring for it. Two of the four are still alive. This was the second to go on my watch, and that makes me sad. It was an easy cut, though. They only needed a tight guide rope in the right place, enough traction, and a saw. It took about 10 minutes to bring down.

