Work on cutting down a dead tree at the cottage had been planned for some time. Emergency services in the vicinity had been alerted and advised of Paul's blood type. Everyone hoped that someone else remembered what tree had to be cut now that they had no leaves and all appeared equally dead.
Paul and Judy went up the night before to try to warm the cottage by morning. John, Gael, Gabe, Fran, and David arrived Saturday midday. John bought a chain saw, newly bought for the cottage, and David brought an extension ladder which he bought that morning in Peterborough, also for the cottage. Paul brought a willingness to climb said ladder and attach a rope to the tree, in the hope that it would aid in determining where it fell (it didn't). Gabe brought snowshoes. Gael, Judy and Fran brought food and wine and bonhomie.
The tree fell in a good place, to no one's credit but nature's. It missed everything valuable, including the water vent pipe, and only took out a few branches of the old cedar tree.
No neighbours were annoyed in the cutting down of this tree.
Paul and Gabe Study the Situation
Paul up a Tree
Success
Paul Surveys the Damage
John Gathers Firewood
The audience was smaller than expected.
The Cottage in Winter
Walk Around the Lake
The Lake in Winter
Saturday, March 3, 2007
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Where's the fork?
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