A man is coming out today to look at three of our trees. Monterey Pines should only be cut between November and February or you risk spreading disease. When we moved in 31 years ago, our house was completely private, ringed on our lot and our neighbors, but years have taken them down one by one and there are fewer of them, though still just enough. In that time, a small redwood has grown into a giant tree. These three my friendly tree man looks at each year, as they are near the house and if they fell, it would be a disaster, so I'm hoping they look hardy enough to make it through another year. They are fine when it is silent like this, but the winds will come and when they do, they are strong and each year trees around us fall and the power goes out. These three trees are intertwined root and branch-wise, so if one needs to go, it will be all three. Each time trees have come down, it has been more than one. The cost is phenomenal both in money and loss. There is nothing like a tree. They are sentries and they are huge. It will be quite a project to take them out, and today will determine their fate.
It is always sad to take down a tree, and yet, as with people, it is important to acknowledge when it is time.
I hope these trees pass inspection for another year. I feel unsettled in not knowing their fate. I am very attached to plants and trees, and, of course, I'm working with non-attachment, not always the easiest practice for me.
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