I sometimes forget this little digital pit of whatever exists… For the one or two people who still check in here and AREN’T pissed off at me, have a post.

Last summer I found Emerald Ash Borers floating in our pool. Which was the worst thing in the world to find since most of our trees are ash. After consulting with an arborist, we learned we were well and good FUCKED. All of our ash trees were goners. Eventually they all have to come down.

My mortal enemy. Burn in Hell, bastard.

Fast forward to last Tuesday. We had high winds whip through the area, and one of the ash trees came down. Thankfully, it only took out a section of my fence and left a mess in my neighbors backyard, but even the minimal amount of damage lit a fire under my ass. I’m having the seven worst, and most dangerous, trees cut down. After tomorrow my yard is going to look drastically different.

When we found this house, one of the things we fell in love with was the wooded lot, so having to engage in the wholesale deforestation of our property is devastating. The trees gave our little plot of land character as well as shade, both of which will be sorely missed.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go hug my trees and say goodbye.