just enough
This morning I was awakened by a man in a crane seven feet outside my second story bedroom window with a chainsaw cutting down the tree in my front yard. He was supposed to be there, but it was startling nonetheless. One of the trees in my yard is dead and considering the amount of rain we have had this fall, it had begun to shed 25 pound branches like seasonal leaves into our front walkway. I was afraid that the deep gouges on the grass and dirt outside would soon be appearing in the skulls of neighborhood children or our mail carrier, so as sad as it is, it was time to have the tree removed.