Happy Happy Chainsaw Song!
While digging up, splitting, and replanting a Dahlia clump on Tuesday...
(Dahlia clump leftovers)
...I heard rustling back in the gully.
Coyotes? Squirrels? No, humans...then I heard it, the heavenly song of a chainsaw being applied to a Eucalyptus globulus...rhuuuuu, rhuuu, rhhrrruuuuhhh!
Ding, Dong, the Euc is gone!
Which old Euc? The sickly Euc!
Ding Dong, the sickly Euc is gone!
Sing it, baby! Just take a little off the top.
How tall was that sickly Euc? Look back at the photo above, and at the first photo in this post, and note the weed palm to the right of the worker. Good.
Now note the weed palm (lower arrow) in the photo below. That's the palm tree in the previous photo. See how much taller the Euc (indicated by the upper arrow) was? That's how tall it was. Tall.
A homeowner uphill from that Euc's property requested and obtained permission to reduce the height of the unhealthy Eucalyptus globulous which loomed over our property and scared the bejezus out of me, especially since
January in the park. About half the size of the one in question:
Leaving aside the fire danger in the dry season--Eucs are giant matches. Leaving aside all the dead material that made it look dreadful, which honestly is trivial compared to the thought of being crushed by a giant falling weed. Yes, weed. Something 80 feet (24 m) tall can be a weed.
The uphill person who financed the operation thought it was spoiling the view from his patio. May the angels smile upon him forever!
Thanks Mr. Chainsaw Operator, and your privacy is protected by a wave of my Photoshop paintbrush.
Happy happy chainsaw song! Ding, dong! Rhuuuuu, rhuuu, rhhrrruuuuhhh! All hail that uphill patio! I. Am. So. Happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!