The tree was probably planted in the 1940’s. Birch trees don’t usually last this long. Ours did. This past weekend, it had to come down. The core was rotting.
A very kind and generous family offered to take on the task of felling the old, but still majestic, tree. Parents and grandparents and two amazing granddaughters – six in all – arrived on Saturday. With ropes, harness and ladders in tow, a plan of action was struck.