I live in a semi-rural area on a few acres of land. This would be great except for all the trees.
Now, I love me some trees. Over there. Standing up tall, like they should be. Not on the ground in my yard, destroying a section of my fence.
We are cursed with some very tall pine trees that were originally planted by my husband’s parents when they first bought the home in the ’70s. Then, they were adorable screens for privacy. Now, they are towering thin drama queens that just like to lie down and have a nap.
And it is never the dead ones. The dead ones stay standing until we take them down. No, it is the ones that look perfectly healthy that just slowly uproot themselves so they fall silently like ninjas (because we never hear them–just go out and there they are, on the ground.)
This was our latest villain, who fell from outside the fence inwards. Luckily, getting the tree removed and fence fixed wasn’t too bad especially since we had other work we wanted done. Still, trees, you have one job. Stand up!