As you can see, the trees are coming down. Looking at the woods I feel like a small child who thought it would be a great idea to cut my own hair, only to be shocked to reality by a parent screaming "what have you done?" as I try to hide the scissors behind my back.
So to thwart that thought I have posed proudly with my tree trunks and axe. A modern age Paul Bunyan.
6 comments:
Woah, they finally came! They're only....9 months late? I think you should charge interest for holding the trees for that extra time.
I bet in a year or two it will look really good : )
I think you should write a story about what the trees are going to become!
I second that idea, Lisa!
I'll third that idea. Good one, Lisa.
Those are some impressive trunks, Dad. I'm sure that axe-head was pretty hot after felling all those massive trees. Being so manly, though, you don't seem too fazed by it all.
Right, Ben! He has a look of, "Got anything else you want me to chop down?"
It's surprising how easy it is to be the master at the top of an enterprising lumbering camp. I look way better than those poor fellows handling the chain saws.
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