Men with chainsaws and the domestic equivalent of a battleaxe are coming to visit our hillside tree today. The tree, which is a beautiful Ash, is ever sloping towards the house - reaching her fluffy branches down to embrace our rooftop. While her gestures are lovely and all, her tilt totally threatens the chances that we'll survive if she falls. So. Time for a haircut, warrior-style.
PS: Between the Ash tree and the chainsaw mention, I was going to throw you an Evil Dead reference. Then I thought that would be entirely too abstract. But then I couldn't NOT mention it. So I decided to include it in this smooth post script instead. Groovy.
