My parents moved to their acreage 45 years ago. At that time it was an established property, nearly 20 years old, out in the country beyond the city limits. The trees were much smaller then, though still of a reasonable size. They have since grown up to become large, mature trees and I would estimate that some of the spruce are 70 to 80 feet tall.
The property has now been absorbed by the city, and what was once farmer's fields, are now new houses. The country lifestyle that I once knew is long gone.
At some point my father topped a bunch of the spruce trees in the hope that they would branch out and fill in more. They did, but now that the trees are mature, they are too large and heavy for these weakened areas. Several times we have had the tops of the trees break off, and recently this happened once again. Fortunately this time, the top fell away from the power lines.
I estimate that this tree, one of the largest ones, is about 75 feet tall. The piece that broke off was at least 20 to 30 feet. It was about 16 inches in diameter at the point where it broke, and the base of the tree is probably 30 inches.
On August 16th I set about cutting it up. Margarit came out and gave me a hand, and Hank was along for a little exploring. I got all the branches limbed and made a brush pile at the edge of the property. I got most of the trunk cut up too. It was hot, and I was getting tired, and the mosquitos were relentless. I had to leave the last of the trunk as my chain saw was just getting too dull to finish the job. I need to get it sharpened, or get a new chain, and then I can return and finish up. For now, at least most of it is out of the way, and the lawn can be properly cut.
I noticed a little mushroom at the edge of the woods and just had to take a snapshot of it as well...



















































