| MrCozy ( @ 2005-03-26 20:26:00 |
For the few of you who've actually been in our yard, you might recall a rather wide fan palm in the area we affectionately call "the desert" (since it has no irrigation and tends to get dry as a bone in the summer). We've been actively trying to turn the area into useable land. Fortunately, I hinted to our arborist friend one day that the palm tree was annoying and out of place. He and his wife wholeheartedly concurred, and suggested that they might be able to find it a new home. A month or so passes... Then I had a note from him when I came home on Thursday:
I have arranged, one way or another, Friday, March 25 to have the palm taken care of.
Imagine my surprise. I called his wife (who's effectively his business manager) and found out that he'd worked out a deal to have the tree destroyed. I wasn't pleased—I really didn't want the tree outright destroyed, but they talked me into it. After all, I planned on planting one or more trees in its place.
Apparently some wheeling and dealing occurred, and the tree movers (who, by the way, also sell removed trees) decided the tree was worth removing and putting up for sale. The next thing you know, this happens.
Lemme just tell you, this son-of-an-auto-worker who grew up in corn country was quite impressed with the process. It took around 45 minutes (which you can tell from the photo titles). We now have a huge chunk of yard to play with/in.