The little maple tree out back was not so little so we had to cut it town.
It started out as a helicopter that sprouted in what looked like a pretty good spot for a tree, so I put a cage around it to keep the bunnies away and remind me not to mow over it.
It might have been a good spot for a tree if the tree had grown straight up. Instead, our little maple split into four trunks that spread out and began to overhang the electric service. On very windy days, this made me very nervous.
So an arborist came by on Sunday and cut it down, and now there’s nothing left but a stump and a pile of brush by the curb. So long, little maple, and thanks for the shade you gave us.