This morning, The Girlie and I have been watching a crew of men remove the giant hickory from the front yard. Sure, I’m sad to see it go, but I have it on good authority that ailing hickories never get better– they just keep dropping their huge limbs until they’re completely dead. Plus, it’ll save me from having to rake all of those leaves in a couple of months.
Deep in my bones, I love watching other people work: seeing how they solve problems, how they sequence the elements of the job, how they divide up the work, how they communicate with one another, and how they find a safe yet productive pace. Such observation is not without its cost, however. I’ve never been so acutely aware that I do not own a chain saw, and I never even realized that I need a scabbard to hold it.