We had some unexpected holiday excitement yesterday. One of the trees in front of our house developed an alarming crack that made a ominous popping sounds in every breeze. The city decided they would take it down next week. To our surprise, though, they decided to send the crew out on the Fourth of July to get it down right away. Evidently the storm prediction changed their mind.
So all the Gruntleds pulled up chairs on the front porch and watched the pros do their stuff. And the neighbors all came out. And the dog-walkers stopped by, dogs and all. It really was marvelous to see the ballet of guys with cherry-picker, crane, chipper, and chain saws efficiently take down a 60-foot tree on a narrow street amidst all the wires of modern life.
The hollow space is big enough to put Endub, Gruntled child #2, inside (she took the pictures).
A spokesman for the residents said "It's a sad day for us. But it had to be. Life goes on."
1 comment:
Breeze? Hrrumph. It emitted the sound of another bit of wood breaking once every 15 seconds, increasingly loudly, regardless of weather. The tree was on its way down, and it's a good thing no one's house went with it. E
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