We’ve been spending a lot of time in New York, visiting the kids and sampling the delights of the season. But I was chomping at the bit to come up to the cabin.
There was snow on the ground from the last storm, and the mountains in the distance were covered in white. I spent the day burning some piles of wreckage from when the tree guys were out cutting down all those big cedars. There is still a lot more to pick up, pile up, and burn down.
As I climbed wearily up the road at dusk, I made two discoveries.
The pleasant of the two was that the solar powered hanging plastic bird thing my youngest daughter gave me for christmas was lit up and changing colors.
Best present ever!
The less pleasant was when I was looking out over the neighborhood next door and suddenly said to myself: hey, what happened to the six big tall cedars at the base of the hill next to the road and PG&E lines?
This morning, I made a tour of the property line down there and saw 10 or 12 tress cut down through the tender mercies of PG&E.They were close enough to the power lines down there that it was a fair call by PG&E and there is thankfulness they paid for the tree person to come in and drop them and chop them.
Those were big trees, and now they are all splayed out broken on the ground.
Wow, what a lot of work it’s going to be to cut them into pieces and chip them or burn them or something.