Timberrrrrrrr!

My husband is playing lumberjack/Paul Bunyun this month. When we moved here, there were 5 Monterey Pines that were dead. About once a month or so we have tree specialists stop by and tell us how much they'd charge us for removal of the trees. I stand there, acting ignorant, listening to their shpeel, accept their card when they hand it to me, and stick it on the fridge with the rest of them. The cards always appear to have ridden around in their back pockets for the past 6 years. The trees are suffering from the drought and beetles. We treated one of them and it's still not doing well. We think we're losing our little pine tree forest. We'll be replacing them with some more drought tolerant trees at some point. For now, we just cut them down as they turn brown.



This one was a pretty good sized one. It makes me kind of nervous watching Chris cut them. He's not had much experience cutting down big trees.



He seems to enjoy it. Must be the powertool thing going on. That and the beer he got with his chainsaw to drink AFTER he uses the dangerous equipment. Hey! I have to bribe him somehow to do it! Those tree guys cost a fortune!




Cheap chainsaw, $200. Beer, $15. Firewood for the next year???? Priceless!