Tree aftermath – Post Script


Who could forget the tragic but heart-warming story of my tree that couldn’t stay up and of the nice SES personnel in their highly-visible clothing and filthy boots who made it all better.

The aftermath was a pile of branches that were too big to be munched by my chipper, arranged neatly over my back fence.  I had every intention of moving it to the nearby green waste site where the carbon would have been most welcome.  However, this was looking like several trips as neither of my cars had a tow bar.  Oddly I couldn’t think of anyone I knew who had a ute.  My station wagon might be OK, but the longer branches would be a challenge.

Until one day I returned from work to find the lot was gone.  All that was left was a single, small branch and the leaves that had fallen from them.

Image
The leaves were all that was left

Result!

Advertisements

Your thoughts?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s