Tomorrow, tomorrow, la la la , tomorrow

When we first bought our house, Andrew and I were pretty excited about all the trees that came with it.  10-12 trees lining the back fence, 3 others in the backyard closer to the house, and 2 trees up front.  Well, within the first couple of years of living here, our excitement over said trees waned significantly. And now we're at the point of "can we just cut down that tree already?!" One of the trees that has made me utter such statement is THE WILLOW.

According to our neighbors, there were 2 or 3 of guys who lived in this house 10-12 years ago, and they planted every tree we inherited with the house.  Apparently, this willow (which towers about 10 ft over our house) was first this tiny, flimsy little seedling that was not supposed to last more than a few weeks. Well, he (she/it) showed them!  It's not just the sheer size of it.   It's the fact that the roots are going everywhere, and threatening to mess up our driveway and the sidewalk, the leaves (oh, the leaves) in the fall, the fuzzies (or whatever they're called) in spring. Not to say that's it's not a fun tree. There are lots of things you can do with a gargantuan weeping willow...

Jeepin'.  Summer of 2006 (2 a.m.)

Our initials

 But the nuisances outweigh the fun, so go it must.

Well, this spring and summer, Andrew (with the help of friends) has been taking down most of the trees lining the fence, and he's decided to tackle the willow this weekend (happy dance!).  Today he spent some time cutting down some long, skinny branches.

To be continued tomorrow...