I thought about titling this "I Think That I Shall Never See, a Poem as Lovely as a Tree," but just right now I am done seeing trees at all, and I'm not so sure I even think they're lovely.
"Good Fences Make Good Neighbors" was another option. But since we don't have much of a fence left over, and our neighbors have actually been super great about the whole thing, I threw that idea out, too.
"Good Things Come in Threes--Even Trees!" Except, I don't know that I would say this whole saga has been exactly good, and I'm not sure if bad things come in threes (do they?).
Or maybe even "Revenge of the Maple Gods." That might be the most appropriate one yet.
Suffice it to say, I just couldn't think of the right title for this epic post. And I say epic, because there are going to be lots of pictures, and a story that even I am still not sure I believe.
So, where to start? The beginning, I suppose.
There were three large maple trees just off our property line that have been destroying our roof for the past 50 years. We were eager to have them removed when we got in, but then we learned that they weren't on our property. The small strip of land on which they grow belongs to the city. And the city doesn't really care about that land, nor does it care much about our roof. So, all of our appeals to them to remove the trees fell upon deaf ears.
But, last summer, the power company needed to remove one of the three maples because it was causing problems with the power lines. Hooray! Except, it wasn't the one that was causing our roof the most problems. We finally decided to take care of the problem ourselves (after all, the city didn't seem to care much) and called a tree service shortly after that. He quoted us a good price and then never actually showed up to take down the tree. We are still not sure what happened there, but we were deep into the opera so we didn't call him back, and then we took a vacation. By the time we got back, we realized the tree removal would have to wait anyway.
So, a week or so ago we called the guy back, he came, gave us the same quote and on May 16, he returned and took that behemoth down. It was GIGANTIC, one of the bigger maples in the neighborhood, and our neighborhood is basically the maple woods.
There was, however, a slight miscommunication with the whole process. Joel had said he wanted to keep the wood, and to leave it in pieces on the ground, but I guess the tree guys thought that meant ALL the wood. And leaves. So, now instead of a gigantic tree hanging over our roof, we had a gigantic tree in pieces on our lawn. Oops.
Well, a few days went by, and we were still thinking about it, but definitely leaning towards just opening the wallet and not having to do all that work ourselves. On May 24 (yes, we thought about it for a week), we came home from the library. It was a windy evening (we even had a tornado watch!) and I was out in the front with the puppy, trying to get her to go potty.
I was looking at the tree mess, and then I started noticing a few things. Like, some of the leaves are green again. The pile of branches looks even bigger (was that possible?) than before. And, some of those leaves I'm seeing aren't even maple leaves!
Now our neighbors had been having some dead branches cut off of all their trees that day, and the first thought that came to mind was, "Those tree guys just put all the branches on top of my mess!" In fact, their tree guy (not the same as my tree guy) actually knocked on my door earlier that day and asked if I wanted him to take care of the branch mess. I asked him how much, and since it was more than double what our tree guy would do it for, declined. In my runaway thoughts, then, as I was looking at the new stuff that had suddenly appeared, I was sure he was mad at me and made my problem worse. I have such faith in human kind, don't I?
Well, that's when Joel came running out of the house, "What the heck happened?" What I couldn't see, was that these new branches were right up against the windows and weren't just branches, but almost an entire tree! Two trees actually. The big maple that fell took a smaller poplar with it.
Still, our neighbors were freaked out enough that they decided to have their tree guy come back and take down the rest of the tree that toppled, as well as two others. They definitely needed to be taken down, I'll give them that. So many of the maple trees in our neighborhood are not in good shape and they are just so huge! Having one fall like that was a definite wake-up call.
So, their tree guy came back on Saturday. (May 26, for those of you keeping track of dates.) The first tree that came down kind of scared us a bit, because it barely missed crushing our entire fence, but we breathed a sigh of relief, and then Joel went to run some errands.
I was just in my office checking my email when I heard a pretty horrible sound. I ran to the window, and this is what I saw.
All said, we can look at the whole saga as something of a blessing. The fence will be fixed (at no cost to us OR the neighbors), the trees are gone (we'll have a lot less raking to do come fall), and we have a ton more sunlight in our backyard (maybe now I can grow more than just herbs!). Also, these tree guys ended up dealing with all of our branches for us, so we don't have to pay anybody to do it, nor do we have to spend all summer doing it ourselves.
So perhaps I should have titled this post "All's Well That Ends Well." The problem is, it hasn't quite ended yet. The tree guys are still out back as I write this, finishing what they started. I'll let you know how it goes...