Tree is down.

I've been crying on and off all morning.

I started out listening to a (really good) audiobook, but it wasn't loud enough. Headphones with heavy metal blasting worked a lot better.

It's so horrid to think that it only good about 2 hours, from crane showing up to where do you want the wood? to destroy something that took decades to grow.

I try to remind myself that it would have only taken seconds for it to destroy our garage, three other (smaller) trees, and the neighbor's boat in its shed if it had come down.

Still, I feel horrid.

We're keeping the wood. Most of it will go to the train museum for the steam locomotive. We asked them to keep a longer section, which we'll work with someone to make a mantel for our fireplace, maybe, or something.

I just feel so sad.



This one shows the angle better:



As I said... it's been growing on an incline for the longest time. It just got really bad and had to be dealt with. Adulting.