Last year we lost two of our three elms to Dutch Elm Disease, and a few weeks ago we came home to find a large orange 'X' spray painted on the final elm.
This morning at a little before 8am we were awoken by the army the city had sent to deal our diseased tree, and a neighbor's across the street.
This is the stump shortly after our tree was felled. A tree that had stood for around a century, shaded us and protected us from the harsh north winds of winter, is now chunks of wood and piles of leaves headed out for disposal.
Sub-Evil and I had a great time in Wisconsin, and it's nice to be home again (even with this morning's tree cutting racket).