So… last summer we had a drought, and by the end of the season it was clear that we’d lost some trees. So today Tom the arborist and his assistant came in and took out four cedars and one fir. They were about 80 feet high.
(He also whacked a whole bunch off the willow over the garden, but that’s a different story.
It’s sad to see them go. Our yard is… quite different now.
Even sadder is thinking that if this weather pattern of summer drought keeps up, as it seems to be doing I’m betting there likely won’t be any cedars to speak of on our island in ten years. Our forests are already full of dead cedars, mostly youngish, but not all. They tell me the taking-out-dead-trees part of their business has been insanely busy since last summer. And it looks like the fire hazard will shut everything down even earlier than last year; we were lucky to get them here before the ban on powered equipment starts.