We lost another one. Maybe it was the drought, maybe it was it's age, in any case there is going to be a huge hole in the front-yard. The ivy died on this tree back in the early spring, causing concern for the father-in-law (you may remember him also as the knower of all things). He has been worried about the kids getting hurt, so he got his buddy "Cruse" to come and get the limbs and part of the top off.
I think his actual orders were "to make it look like a pencil", so the "farmer" and the "pro-logger" (this is what Cruse calls the hubs and the father-in-law) could get it down. If we have any hurricane damage this week-end he is your man to call. He was telling us about cutting down some trees for a new neighbor from Rhode Island. The fellow was telling him he moved here to be a farmer and that he was going to grow some veggies in the "meadow". Cruse replied, "MEADOW... what meadow, where is the meadow?" "Right over there," replied the R.I. guy. "Want to know what he was pointing at?" Cruse asked us. We nodded. "The darn PASTURE, heck, I thought I was going to see a real meadow." He replied. Maybe the guy needs a "how to speak Southern guide". I hope he doesn't call "grilling out" a "barbecue", now THAT could cause a ruckus, lol!