One of the pine trees in our row of pines was no longer alive.
So it was time to remove it.
There was some discussion on how to direct the landing, as in, not on the shed, the garden, the vehicle, or other trees.
Finally, a plan was in place.
The first notch.
The second notch.
The push.
It falls.
Tidily between the shed and the garden.
I’m relieved. He was never worried.
All cleaned up.
We’ll keep the stump. A nice place to display something special.