It’s day four of trimming the Live Oak and I’m sick of it. They start at 8 a.m. and leave at 6 p.m. in the dark. So far they’ve removed six pickup loads of tightly packed branches, piled higher than the top of the cab. The tree looks like a skeleton. It’s very sad.
Frankly I think the LL wants to be done with any trimming for the next 15 to 20 years to save money.
Live Oaks grow very slowly. This all is going to contribute to an expensive electric bill from now on since I have no shade left. They’ve sawn so much off that they had to leave some piled in the yard yesterday.
I’m really not happy about this at all. I’ll also be surprised if the tree doesn’t suffer any ill effects because of the severity of the cut.
Sorry about the quality of the photos but I didn’t feel safe going outside with the two of them felling limbs right and left. Case in point, as I sit here typing, a large branch just slammed down on the roof and bounced onto the porch. That would have hurt.
Frankly, I don’t see how they’re going to be done even though this is Day Number 4. It’s 4 p.m. right now, so they have to start chopping up all that’s laying on the ground, loading the truck and cleaning up.
As they move all the trimmings into piles, the amount of dust billowing up is sure to sift into this pathetically insulated house.
The guys are sneezing and coughing up a storm at this point, so I won’t be opening the door up till the morning. Just talked to one of the guys and no, they won’t be done today. Sigh.