I was feeling a little restless today, so I decided to go chop down a tree. The idea had been brewing for some time. On our property, near the back end, there is a tree (one of many) that needs removing from our yard. Some well meaning person who lived here before us planted some trees, or allowed them to start growing. Regardless of intention, these trees have not been well maintained. They are half-dead, ugly, writhing things, and they needed to be removed. Now I love nature, and I have basked in the majesty that is a mighty sequoia, or Douglas fir. All the more reason, then, to rid my yard of a scraggly mess. I decided a while ago that it needed demolishing, and so when I was at Crappy Tire yesterday, I bought an axe with the hope to use it soon.
Have you ever noticed that a distance measured up and down seems deceptively shorter than it truly is? Specifically a felled tree is REALLY long. The sheer size and weight of this one surprised me a little as I guided it to the ground (which was not helped by the stupid vine growing all over the place on my street, which had hooked the tree to the fence I share with my neighbour. (If the vine had got its way, where would be a nice chuck of fence missing between our house and his!)
On a related note, there is very little that is more satisfying than chopping down a tree. It might be the adrenalin (epinephrine) rush, or it might be the boy in me that likes destroying things, or it might be the man in me that likes conquering nature. Who knows, but it feels pretty good!
