I began to worry when I saw him tie a rope to the chainsaw.
He got a ladder and climbed into the tree. Then he hoisted the chainsaw into the tree.
I feel I must point out that this tree is old, diseased, and covered in snow and ice.
It really wasn’t a good idea … but he didn’t really want my point-of-view.
So I called for reinforcements.
They were busy.
Have you ever noticed how men stick together?
They support each other through thick, thin and stupidity.
With feet planted precariously in the trunk of a rotting tree, he commenced with the sawing.
And I watched, ready to catch his sudden fall with my camera.
Luckily, that did not happen.
The only thing falling was the limb and some snow.
Thank heavens.
Then he gave me look that said something along the lines of … See, I told you there was nothing to worry about. You were just being ridiculous. Don’t you feel sheepish?
Followed by a sweet smile and … Is there coffee? It’s cold out here.
Then he climbed down from the tree, put the ladder away and proceeded with the rest of his agenda. I stood at the window and stared at my poor hemlock trees. They didn’t handle the falling limb so well.
They were left a little one-sided.
Rather like my concern about this situation … one-sided, unfounded and ridiculous.
Or not.
