Saturday, May 12, 2012

The Last of Sharon

Rose of Sharon, that is.

We had one that had grown to ornamental tree size growing perilously close to one of our fireplaces. Being, essentially, a glorified bush, we're not sure that it could have truly damaged the foundation, but we didn't want to find out. Plus, it looked a bit out of place anyway. So E set to work during our freak warm spell in March, hacking down all the branches and as much of the stump as he could with a tree saw. I cut the branches up for disposal. But we were still left with three-plus feet of trunk that needed removal.



Having no chainsaw of our own, E requested the help of friend and coworker D yesterday and she went to town.



D-treed:


Thank you, D!

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