At least we HOPE it’s the final chapter, seeing as we technically have no more pine trees… It better be.
Some time in mid-November, we were notified by our neighbor up in Arnold, Nick, that Mario’s Tree Service had come and cut all the trees on our property struck by bark beetle this summer.
“It doesn’t look bad at all,” said Nick.
OHHH Nick. Thanks for that, you sweet guy.
But when we arrived late this past Thursday after six weeks away – HA.
Let’s just say, there was some furious late-night raking over dirt and asphalt, and a little amateur masonry by flashlight, too.
The next morning, Nick himself had to come out and chuckle sheepishly at the remaining tree mayhem and admit…
“Yeah, it’s very un-Lisa.”Very un-Lisa indeed. Mario’s job was to simply cut the trees, you see; now, we wait another two MONTHS for the next contractor – under our “debris management” agreement with PG&E – to come pick up said debris.
It’s all very confusing – and new, put in place just to address the state of emergency declared by Governor Brown over California’s tree mortality epidemic. We THINK they’ll be taking all the wood away but we’re not 100% sure. Regardless, none of it is going anywhere for the immediate term, so I’m trying to embrace it.
All of it:
Okay… But mostly I’m really excited it’s supposed to snow this coming weekend, hoping most of this mess might be buried before we get back to the house to celebrate our private Team Temple Christmas…
NOT GONNA LIE.
(because I actually tried rolling some of it myself, and… HA HA HA)
I know, I know… This whole thing is a great exercise for Lisa to learn to live in “un-Lisa” conditions.
I’M WORKING ON IT.
Meanwhile, every last bit of tree mayhem that fit in conventional yard equipment has been cleaned up, there are no more dead trees in my view, and my cabin halls are decked:
Is it time for holiday beverages yet?