What in the SAM HILL Happened?
I’ll tell you. Remeber that little dust storm/wind event on Saturday night?
Well, it took out two HUGE branches on one of my 70+ trees. This one, a cedar elm has weathered everything Mother Nature has dealt for over 50 years. This spring, a neighboring tree took a lightening hit. After attempting to bribe Zac Crain and Harvey Lacey, to no avail, I finally called in the big guns.
Yes, his name really is Sam Hill. He’s the best arborist in Dallas, an expert on oak wilt, a self-admitted tree hugger, and a really nice guy. Oh, well, I’ll have some great firewood this winter.
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At least this time the branches didnt crush the metal fence….
Just your spirit…poor trees.
Nate, it was horrible. The branches were 40-50 feet long, and as big around as the Trophy Husband’s leg.
Sam and the gang are saying the dry cylce that lasted through 2006 was HARD on the trees. A lot of BIG TREES are turning brittle, hence the issue at my house.
C’mon Edouard, give us some rain!
Did you see that, the Trophy Husband has been trespassing in my office again…
“your office?”
Technically it’s 50% my office.
However, the Man Cave Office is ALL mine.
Boy, territorial, aren’t we???
Does this alter your timing on finishing the German’s bathroom and all?
Nate, how funny you should ask…we are rocking today. I learned how to install French doors. It was exciting (I’ll admit I don’t get out much).
Check back later in the week I will update on my progress.
As for my office, it’s my office. The Trophy Husband is marking his territory, no? Luckily, I just bought a bottle of “Urine Gone” with a little light…naybe I should check my desk. On second thought…eww.
Are we allowed to call them French doors now, or should we continue calling them Freedom doors?
Where is his Man Cave office? Is it AKA “the garage?” Or did you not even give him that space? Backyard shed?
Nate he has an entire guest house, three spacious rooms that wrap around a 3 car garage, all attached to the main house with a charming breezeway. I decorated it originally…a Klimt inspired palace rug, retro desk, Cantoni couch, it was a vision.
Suddenly, posters for The White Stripes and dead animal heads began appearing…I give up.
Wow, JT…White Stripes posters and trophy heads. How very Ted Nugent of you! That’s gotta be impressive, especially with the wife’s selection of Klimt inspiration and Cantoni. I’m not sure if I could call it art deco, but surely somewhere in the Redneck dictionary, Jeff Foxworthy has a term for that style.
Amanda I thought about you and your loosely attached limbs today as I peeled thirty some cedar logs for the pergola I was telling your about.
Those limbs should have been saved and at a later date cut into lumber for a special project that I’m sure will come along.
Peeling logs isn’t non-girly work. Even though by the end of the day I didn’t feel like half the man I was that morning.
Mark my words, something will come up and you’ll be kicking yourself because some pieces of cedar elm from the property would be the cat’s meow. Maybe even in the man cave.
Harvey, why’d ya have to drag the man cave into this???
Points girl, points.
I’m sure husbands aren’t that different from wives when it comes to points. We all need points.
Picture frames, shelves for really cool model cars, heck, maybe you could put together a couple of pretty pieces for a dead head trophy mount.
The above suggestions for getting points was ideas for the lumber from the dead limbs.
Speaking of spousing, Glenda is going in for a CT tomorrow morning, lung thing. We’re discussing whether I need to be there or not.
I’m saying I should be there to drive her home because she’s claustrophobic and might be a little sick afterwards. She’s saying she’s a woman amongst women and will be able to drive herself home no matter what happens.
What do you think?
I think when I am Glenda’s tender age, if I am EVEN half the woman, I will be LUCKY.
I know you don’t pray, Harvey, but I do, and extra to Glenda.
(What you failed to mention is that Glenda could more than likely BUILD the CT (based on a rudimentary cedar sketch)…cook up some gourmet grub…all without breaking a sweat).
Love you all the Harveys (natural and adopted).
Howdy…new to this blog…lost five substantial trees over the last year.
Not sure what the cause of death was and do not have the energy to solicit an arborist’s determination.
Rather than gather a scientific opinion - I enjoy contemplating “tree psychology”: Could a tree be suicidal because it witnessed a limited tree massacre? I had about 10 trees culled to enable better “sun for sod”….a tree protest against my quest for luscious grass?
Am I crazy?
Rook,
Trees are definitely suicidal.
Our manic depressive “weeping willow” bit the dust the month after we moved in.
Conspiracy?
Or couldn’t afford it’s meds?