Sorry to be so late in posting today. I’ve been waiting to share with you the work involved in dismantling an old oak tree. It’s a big job, and took some time.
Fifty to sixty years ago, a neighborhood was constructed, shaded by its many branches. As the severity of storms in our area has increased, the owners decided the great oak should go at the time of their choosing, rather than Mother Nature’s.
It’s hard to believe that a tiny acorn, possibly planted by a squirrel busily storing food for winter during the Civil War, could have been the beginning of its life.