The story of the tree
Once upon a time a fine tree stood in the back garden of a house:
The owners of the house felt that the tree was too near to the house, was not allowing anything to grow in its shade, and so, with a heavy heart, decided to ask the environmental officer for permission to cut the tree down. This he gave, and also permission for the owners to keep the fire wood from the tree.
The forester came, and in less time than you could say 'it's that tree over there' had it cut down, and with great accuracy cut it so that it landed between two other trees, away from the house, and not even damaging the children's play house. The only casualty of the operation (other than the tree, of course) was a gooseberry bush.
After a quick pause for a carton of juice (yes, this sort of lumberjack exists), he proceeded to cut the tree into sections that would fit nicely into the baking oven in the house.
Then with even greater precision and speed (noting the fact that he is retired and about 67), he proceeded to wield an axe and reduced said chunks of tree into firewood.
Now all the owner has to do is pile all that wood up, leave it to dry for about 6 months, and in the meantime figure out how to dig out the stump.
The whole operation took about 3 hours from start to finish. Tidying up (which was our end of the bargain) may take a little longer!
The owners of the house felt that the tree was too near to the house, was not allowing anything to grow in its shade, and so, with a heavy heart, decided to ask the environmental officer for permission to cut the tree down. This he gave, and also permission for the owners to keep the fire wood from the tree.
The forester came, and in less time than you could say 'it's that tree over there' had it cut down, and with great accuracy cut it so that it landed between two other trees, away from the house, and not even damaging the children's play house. The only casualty of the operation (other than the tree, of course) was a gooseberry bush.
After a quick pause for a carton of juice (yes, this sort of lumberjack exists), he proceeded to cut the tree into sections that would fit nicely into the baking oven in the house.
Then with even greater precision and speed (noting the fact that he is retired and about 67), he proceeded to wield an axe and reduced said chunks of tree into firewood.
Now all the owner has to do is pile all that wood up, leave it to dry for about 6 months, and in the meantime figure out how to dig out the stump.
The whole operation took about 3 hours from start to finish. Tidying up (which was our end of the bargain) may take a little longer!
posted by the other cold one at 7:39 pm
3 Comments:
Wow!
Now I own a chainsaw, a chop saw and a hydraulic cleaver. Dissapointingly, after reading this, I think I'd rather own a Finnish forester
Yes, and I'll bet that the chainsaw, chop saw and hydraulic cleaver didn't come in under 100€, like my forester!
He is also a dab hand at ironmongery, having created a very stylish long tongs for our baking oven (again for a song or two).
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