I looked around for his truck and prepared myself for the roar of a chainsaw. Instead, he opened his knapsack, took out a bow saw, grasped the lowest limb of the tree, and climbed to the top. Quietly and efficiently, he sawed off branches that floated down into the snow. An hour and a half later, the tree had been reduced to a pile on the easement and a ten-foot-long pole lying next to my garage. He assured me a friend of his would come pick it up unless I knew someone who wanted it.
He hadn't asked to be paid in cash, but was appreciative when I offered. He put the saw back in his knapsack and disappeared.
[Originally published in March, 2014.]
On March 6, 2014, Jean wrote:
Thought it was great!