Falling Trees

Springtime, and old men's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of yard work. Thus this spring finds me looking to clean about ten large trees out of the back yard. And by large I mean fifty footers! These are native spruce, balsam and other evergreens that simply do not make a good fit in a city back yard. We've had three of these monsters already fall, the most recent being last year as it crashed across our fence and across the neighbour's yard. They encourage us to find a way to eliminate the others.

So, my friend, George, and I begin the process. George is the man with the chainsaw. I used to have a chainsaw, but someone decided he needed it more than I, so I no longer have one. We find that taking down, trimming and cutting up two trees is a full day's work. We line each up carefully, use a ladder to attach a rope, and then he cuts while I pull. All goes well for a while, but then disaster strikes! As we are dropping a large spruce, it catches on a pine that refuses to let go. We begin trimming off the bottom trying to get it to fall back into the yard, but the pine irrevocably turns it away, and after a couple of cuts the tree contacts the power lines and fire breaks out.

We call the fire department and the hydro company, and retire to watch them retrieve our fat from the fire! The line eventually burns through and falls spectacularly onto the ground creating another fire in the ground cover. Over all our electricity is off for about five hours, although a much larger section of the city loses electricity only for a few minutes until switching bypasses the trouble.

Travis calls in the evening to ask how the tree falling is going. He has seen an item on the evening news about the power outage. And the morning paper finds us on the front page! We're famous! And very fortunate that there was no serious damage to either of us.