Suns rose and suns set as we slowly began to chisel away at our 34″ diameter dead ash with an 18″ electric chainsaw. The tree had been adorned with an old clock and playfully named Father Time.
The fate of Father Time was inevitable, and before sunset on the third evening the beast was brought down with a final whack of sledge and wedge. It fell almost exactly where we planned with a resounding thwump.
Lots to clean up but now our wood racks are stocked for winter!
We enjoy the last days of fiery reds from our Japanese Maples and the last warmish evenings for bonfires.
