Progress. It was inevitable. They are finally clearing the lot next to us so they can build another house. We have had the solitude of 2 wooded lots for the last year, but no more. The rain gave the whole affair a more funereal presence. First he digs around the roots to weaken the tree's hold. Then he scuffs up the bark and pushes the tree back and forth. He digs a little more. He pushes a little more. Finally the whole thing comes down. (It missed the Port-a-Potty, in case you were wondering.) Now when I walk past the sliding glass door to the back yard, I see houses instead of trees. ((sigh))
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Just so you know, just reading about his makes my heart ache. I'm very sad for you.
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