As I type this there are about 7 men outside my house cutting down dead trees, cutting back branches and generally making lots of noise and lots of mess.
We had three estimates last week and went with the final guy who just happened to be the cheapest.
Adam and I know nothing about trees and walked around our house nodding and saying okay when they each told us what we needed to do.
One of ¬†the huge trees has to go because it is causing cracks on the ground plus all the branches over hang our back deck which if a big storm came could tear our home in half. ¬†It’s sad that we are losing this tree but rather the tree than a life, right?
The other trees are smaller. I have always hated them because they look so sad like they want to die. I was so relieved when Mr tree expert said that they were dead and may as well  be cut down.
I keep taking a peek at how the work is going. 
The small trees have gone and it looks so bare and open out there. Oh my gosh. We can see clearly right over to the other side of the street. It seems so strange. I miss the trees already. I feel bad.
It will be long evening.  
Adam is going to a work dinner with the rest of his team tonight. Lucky. ¬†This means that I will be putting both kids to bed. Normally Adam does Leo and I do Roma, in separate bedrooms. ¬†We have tried to put them down together but as they share a bedroom it’s ¬†so much easier if they are both asleep before taking Roma into the room. ¬†
Not sure what time Adam will stroll in tonight but he’s sure to get a shock when he sees the lack of trees at his house.
