How to cut down a tree; Requiem for a tree

How to cut down a tree
My brother-in-law in a treebone.

[dropcap letter=”I”]t was a mesquite, 35 or so feet tall, graceful in an awkward way. Craving light, the poor thing crooked its trunk this way and that, having been stupidly planted under a roof and beside a wall. I’ve liked the tree a lot all these years, for its lush green foliage and shade—rare commodities in Las Vegas.

For various reasons, it had to go. And there was only one man for the job.

My brother-in-law, the self-proclaimed Swedish Okie and country bumpkin whom I’ve written about before, single-handedly brought the tree down.

Now you can’t just take a buzz saw to the trunk of a tree in close quarters and yell “timber!” There’s no safe place for the tree to fall, and it’s weight is enormous, full of life juices and wearing a lush canopy of green. There are windows in the proximity, fences, landscapes, tiles, other trees, all of which would suffer damage.

How to cut down a tree

Brother-in-law started with the canopy, removing all the light branches and a great deal of weight, using a hand saw. He did this while standing on a 10-foot ladder he had strapped onto a 16-foot ladder. Each branch was tied, cut, and lowered to the ground. Bob threw them over the wall. I bundled. When I began, the mound of branches was taller than I am. When I’d tied up a dozen bundles, the mountain of branches was just as high.

How to cut down a tree
Half the canopy, bundled, bones behind.
How to cut down a tree
The pulley system: easy with the small limbs.
How to cut down a tree
Brother-in-law’s country house, still under construction.
How to cut down a tree
A ladder tied to a ladder.
How to cut down a tree
Former mesquite. Future fire.

When it came to the hefty limbs, the lumberjack needed an assistant. The tree was to be dismantled from the top down in bite-sized chunks. A limb was tied, and its rope wound around a lower piece of trunk, pulley-fashion, and Bob was to keep pressure on the rope until it was cut through. When the new log was free, Bob lowered it gently to the ground with the rope. Brilliant system.

My brother-in-law knows all this because, like any good Swede who has the time and money, he has a country house. That is, he built a house in the forest outside of Stockholm. After clearing the land. Most of it he did himself. He’s still working on it, bit by bit, every summer.

The trunk of the mesquite was sawn into 23 gorgeous logs.

Something seems a little missing from my front courtyard now, but only a little. Other than the trunk, the tree’s glory was above the roof. I miss it anyway.

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7 Comments

  1. […] love of tree-killing! Has any man felled more trees than Claes has? I was awed when I watched him single-handedly take down a huge mesquite in a tricky position at our Vegas house. But it was nothing compared to seeing him waving in the […]

  2. I really liked Rick’s little poem above. Was that original?

    I thought it was lovely.

  3. I had a tree in the dreamhills where my childhood lay
    And I’d go there in the wide long days
    And my tree would listen to all that I’d say
    And the sun was shining brightly
    And the sky was smiling

  4. My big pine in front got a trim and the Euks, in the back, come down tomorrow. Kinda sad. Really like the photos dispersed throughout the blog.

    YELMM&SU

  5. A ladder on top of a ladder. How scary!

    Does your courtyard get a new, properly planted tree now?

  6. and….. brother-in-law will be at my house Saturday….hmmmmmmm
    By the way I think this is the tree I expressed concerns about years ago!
    YELS


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