A small tree/shrub died in our backyard. Over the past few years. Not quickly. I think it was just exhausted. The brilliant burgundy leaves did not materialize this year.
Yesterday I dug a circle around the tree roots. Today my plan was to topple the tree.
The best laid plans oft gang awry.
But not today. After a bit of sweat, the sharpening of the age and judicious digging the roots were severed. As my wife talked to our neighbour I slowly rocked the beast until it silently descended to the earth from which it came.
A few cuts and the limbs were dismembered. The stump was transported to the waste management / town dump / compost heap. And the hole was filled in by soil. Now all that is left is to plant grass seed.
The felling was a great accomplishment for this day. And tomorrow? A sermon, a farewell to a local clergy and the rest of the day as rest. Should be good.