Health & Fitness
Tree Trimming Season in South Pas
The big white bubble-nosed trucks rumble up around 10 a.m and they start buzzing and grinding. Watching them, I think about my last adventure sawing off a branch on the giant Acacia tree.
White signs with large red lettering appear on trees periodically.
“No Parking”
They startle me almost as much as the parrots screeching.
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I have to grumble at the signs. It’s required. The neighbors might think I sold out to the tree trimmers.
The big white bubble-nosed trucks rumble up around 10 a.m. and they start buzzing and grinding. Watching them, I think about my last adventure sawing off a branch on the giant Acacia tree. A branch elbowed its way from my neighbor’s yard over my garage roof.
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She’s a gracious and gentle woman who will allow me to engage in any kind of self destructive activities I wish. My vintage saw reluctantly clawed through the bark. Maybe I wasn’t holding it the right way or pulling it back and forth correctly. I blame the saw. It’s just a lazy saw.
My wife, also gentle and kind, watched from the window. She looked away at the more precarious moments of my endeavor. I defeated the branch and entered triumphantly.
However, when we discussed cutting down the trees next to the house, she gently informed me that I would kill myself. Looking up at the tree, I evaluated my chances and decided she was right.
This is why I enjoy seeing the tree cutters even if I am obliged to curse the NO PARKING signs.
Telescoping lifts attach to some of the trucks. Others pull chippers.
“There are no small accidents with a chipper,” a professional tree cutter said rubbing his shaved head and wincing.
The guys behind the chipper push in the branches like they were taking out a bag of leaves. The ones in the lift bob up and down with chain saws buzzing through thick branches. Their saws are not lazy. I feel the urge to take my saw off the rusty nail in the garage and shame it.
“That is how it is done!” I would scold. I decide my saw is beyond redemption.
After about ten minutes, they move the whole parade of equipment down the road. Those carob trees must be soft like carob butter. No wonder the parrots swarm over the seed pods squabbling. Maybe the tree trimmers are just really fast and expert at what they do
I’ve seen them enough to suspect my passing thought is true.
I’m not telling anyone, but I think I sold out to the tree
trimmers.
