I love em, and I hate to see them come down, but I have three, one dead, one dying, one leaning perilously close to the house. And today they come down. Assuming the tree service shows up. it is bloody cold out there, I would not blame them one bit if they did not.

Update: they took a look and ran off. The boss, who does the quoting, apparently doesn’t do the cutting. And they’re short a climber; I don’t blame them, I wouldn’t want to do this job short a man either.