When we first moved into this house, I thought, what beautiful trees! My affection quickly changed for the Colorado Blue Spruce as we started using the sidewalk on the side of the house. Every time, never failing, a branch, riddled with needles, would smack us in the face. Not even the children were spared. (The tree seemed to be reserving a few wicked branches for them.)
In desperation to defend our home we began to take drastic measures. We went to the store and bought pruning shears. Little by little Mario wittled away at the tree. By the time our arborist came he couldn't help but notice that our tree looked a little like a PacMan. (I had been so busy that I hadn't really noticed how much Mario had removed.) We had been trying to save up money for the tree removal since we moved in, but this year we both felt it was critical. That summer the tree produced its first pinecones (which is a sign of stress). That combined with our newly found knowledge about this type of tree's tendency to suddenly fall over we called the tree removal company.
The tree felling was a huge project and was done in the winter. Our tree tech was actually recovering from a major surgery, but he insisted on being there the entire time to oversee the work. I will admit to you that I cried as that blue spruce fell. The nature lover in me couldn't stand to see a tree felled. The tree tech was a true professional and felled the tree in just the right spot. When it fell, however, a family of quail managed to escape. This made the situation even harder as I didn't want them to lose their home.
The second tree to go was an Ash. Again my heart ached. It wasn't the trees fault that someone had planted it too close to the house. We couldn't trim it back from the roof without cutting half the tree branches off. I knew that would have caused even greater damage.
The project was finished in good time. Again I feel blessed. I said in my last posting that I knew God would provide for our needs. As evidence of this, Mario was given a bonus from work that year that just covered the cost of the tree removal. There was not a penny to spare. I knew that we could have used that money for other things in the house or for the children's clothes, etc. I also knew that God provided the money to us for the purpose of removing the trees.
Update: We have been really grateful the trees were removed when they were. There have been several major storms since then where we have been sure that spruce would have come down on our home.
In desperation to defend our home we began to take drastic measures. We went to the store and bought pruning shears. Little by little Mario wittled away at the tree. By the time our arborist came he couldn't help but notice that our tree looked a little like a PacMan. (I had been so busy that I hadn't really noticed how much Mario had removed.) We had been trying to save up money for the tree removal since we moved in, but this year we both felt it was critical. That summer the tree produced its first pinecones (which is a sign of stress). That combined with our newly found knowledge about this type of tree's tendency to suddenly fall over we called the tree removal company.
The tree felling was a huge project and was done in the winter. Our tree tech was actually recovering from a major surgery, but he insisted on being there the entire time to oversee the work. I will admit to you that I cried as that blue spruce fell. The nature lover in me couldn't stand to see a tree felled. The tree tech was a true professional and felled the tree in just the right spot. When it fell, however, a family of quail managed to escape. This made the situation even harder as I didn't want them to lose their home.
The second tree to go was an Ash. Again my heart ached. It wasn't the trees fault that someone had planted it too close to the house. We couldn't trim it back from the roof without cutting half the tree branches off. I knew that would have caused even greater damage.
The project was finished in good time. Again I feel blessed. I said in my last posting that I knew God would provide for our needs. As evidence of this, Mario was given a bonus from work that year that just covered the cost of the tree removal. There was not a penny to spare. I knew that we could have used that money for other things in the house or for the children's clothes, etc. I also knew that God provided the money to us for the purpose of removing the trees.
Update: We have been really grateful the trees were removed when they were. There have been several major storms since then where we have been sure that spruce would have come down on our home.
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