We had an arborist come out a week ago. There are several large trees in the yard and in the twelve years we’ve lived here, we haven’t paid much attention to them. Perhaps they needed some routine maintenance, right? Six big ones in the backyard, three in the front.
After a look around and some discussion, the tree expert suggested cutting down four of our big trees—which took my breath away.
“How long do you plan to live in this house?” he said.
“Until we die,” I said. Being flippant.
“Oh! Then cut ’em down!” he said. Presumably so they don’t fall on us in our sleep, and make that comment literal.
For days I thought, I just can’t do this. The trees have the usual wear and tear but aren’t diseased. Then I thought if we cut them, that’s me saying I plan to live a good bit more, yeah? Because I’m the queen of overthinking.
Well … I’m still not convinced. 🙂 And I still have to sit on this a little longer.