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Cutting down small tree

Aside for select legitimate reasons, anyone who cuts down a tree should be placed in the stockades on the public square.
I used to think that way. My house was built in a timber. Trees fvcking suck. All they are is work. Picking up sticks anytime it’s windy, cleaning up leaves in the fall, always cleaning the house and the deck because of the moldy green shit they leave on everything. Depending on the tree, they leave nuts everywhere attracting rodents.
I think I’ve taken down close to 20 in the last 7 years. Trees can go to hell, or in my wood boiler to burn.
 
Look. I was just trying to make conversation when I started this thread.

I hadn't had any coffee and I don't even know what I was trying to say, really. I wasn't even thinking about the redbud tree by my deck.

But now I feel pressured to do something about it and it's stressing me out. This whole thread is pointless I hope you know.
Most are.
 
Look. I was just trying to make conversation when I started this thread.

I hadn't had any coffee and I don't even know what I was trying to say, really. I wasn't even thinking about the redbud tree by my deck.

But now I feel pressured to do something about it and it's stressing me out. This whole thread is pointless I hope you know.
Sorry, you've got to cut this tree down now. It's too late to back out.
 

Trees​

By Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
 

Trees​

By Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Good song.
 
I'm the Lorax who speaks for the trees, which you seem to be chopping as fast as you please.

Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not.
 
It's a little too real for me right now
I feel like said redbud is actually a metaphor that represents your initial resistance and current resentment towards putting down roots. You feel like you've missed out on life and are now compelled to chop down that which binds you. You're at a crossroads Colon. What are you going to do?
 
Seriously, OP.... if you cut it down then you need to plant two trees in better locations to compensate for murdering the first one.
 
I feel like said redbud is actually a metaphor that represents your initial resistance and current resentment towards putting down roots. You feel like you've missed out on life and are now compelled to chop down that which binds you. You're at a crossroads Colon. What are you going to do?
what's your hourly rate?
 
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