Yes, that leaning tree is my handiwork. Before I cut it, I studied it, judging how it leaned and what breaks there were in the forest trees around it. There was space between two trees downhill, and given the weight on that side of the tree, I intended to bring it down right between those two. So I figured I had it all worked out and began my careful cut.
When I saw the tree start to fall — just in the direction I intended — I stepped away and watched it teeter then sweep toward the ground.
Only to be caught by the limbs of its brethren. They were laughing at me.
I really expected the weight of the tree to push through the interfering branches, but I misjudged, the tree hung up, and I was frustrated.
So I studied the matter some. I took a break and had some lunch. Then I allowed myself to drift into a post-lunch stupor. I watched for signs of the returning dogs to swim in the lake (they didn’t come). And I studied the semi-fallen tree some more.
I considered trying to cut off some of the trunk, thinking that might make it fall, but I feared I would simply get my chainsaw pinched in it. I wondered if I could tie a rope around the trunk and then try to pull it free. That seemed impossible, and I wasn’t too keen on the idea of roping a half-fallen tree to the Prolechariot. So I was puzzled.
Then I realized I could rely on my super powers. I put both hands on the sloping trunk and gave it a push. It pushed back. But I kept pushing, timing it to give more oomph to the downward wobble. Soon I heard some of the branches holding the tree release their grip. Then more did. Finally they all gave up, and the tree fell the rest of the way to the ground. As you see here:
And behold! What is behind it but the shelter tarp. We’re trying a little experiment, opening up some avenues in the trees that intersect at the tarp. We’re hoping that this will create more breezes through the shady tarp when we’re resting and ruminating there.
After all of the effort I expended bringing down that tree, I was ready for a cool breeze blowing past a comfy chair. One with me in it.
- May apple fruits ripen and fall on ground.