The Felling Finale…or is it?

The morning was sunny, Bobby’s mood was not.

Bobby looked nothing short of defeated, his entire body drooped with exhaustion.

“I underbid this job by a longshot, but it happens, and you still gotta finish the job and finish it right,”  were his final words before he took on the tree.

As I once again watched him scale a tree, this one even taller than the last, I held my breath.  I couldn’t imagine being so high above the ground, held by nothing other than a rope and spurs attached to my boots to secure a foothold.

I’ve tried to find a way to create the image as he climbed to the top of the tree  with poetic words and not by giving a blow-by-blow description, but I can’t.  It was like nothing I’ve ever seen.

In my mind, it was no longer a tree, it had become a mountain.

There aren’t words to describe what it was like to catch a glimpse of his red t-shirt between the leaves and see him finally emerge at the top of a sawed off limb. Outlined against a sky of white and blue he balanced on the uneven branch and began to claim the tree.

He took down limb after limb, and with the help of his crew they brought each one to the ground with skill and precision. Sawdust swirled through the air like a quick winter flurry.

I wish I had been there for the final fall.

Outside my kitchen window, Bobby climbed the neighbor’s tree in a matter of minutes. He took down the small pine tree down in less than 2 hours. The mighty locust in my yard took two days to bring to the ground.

At 6:42 p.m. the pine tree was complete while the work to cut the remaining 20 feet of the locust tree into manageable pieces was still underway.

Unable to stay away, I sat on my patio and watched the day come to a close.

“Damn it!” Bobby shouted. The buzz of the saw whirred and puttered into silence.

It was the first time Bobby had raised his voice since he started the job.  Dusk was starting to settle, the saw had just died and the job was still not complete.

I’m surprised “damn it” was all he said.

Bobby the tree guy through the leaves

Operation Tree Removal (aka Bobby the Tree Guy):

Part one:  I didn’t realize you thought I meant ‘this’ week…   Read post

Part two: Oh Me of Little Faith…. Read post

Part three: the text: idk if i’ll be able to mow the lawn today…Read post

 

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4 thoughts on “The Felling Finale…or is it?

  1. Poor Bobby. We had a huge maple taken down this Spring and I was mesmerized watching them. I was touched that when the man in the tree climbed down he was immediately given a bear hug by his very relieved crew. Such had work.

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