The old birch tree had to go. During the last windstorm it leaned closer and closer to the house, surely to go completely over next time. After a brief ceremony (which consisted of tying a rope to the tree, the other end to the car, my brother starting a chainsaw -- GO!), the tree came down. Safely. And missed the house. After it was cut up, we found the reason for its demise -- a rotten spot, in the shape of a heart. I tried to show my mom, but her response was "I'll read about it in your blog!!!" Does she know me or what?
