Trimming the tree.

I’m happy my husband survived the weekend!  There’s a tree in front of our house, which has been slowly dying for quite some time.  This year it didn’t foliate at all. Instead of paying a professional, my husband decided to cut it down himself.  While the neighbors’ kids had a blast watching the process, I was inside nauseous with my finger on the speed dial number for 911.  Luckily, the process was a success.  No fatalities.