Felling the dead walnut tree
I was woken early this morning by Taylor barking to signal something was going on outside. Looking out the window, I saw a rope attached to the dead walnut tree and a couple of figures standing by. At the very moment I rushed out the door, the tree fell with a crash.
I was relieved that it fell in the right direction and didn’t even touch any olive trees. However the plan had been to leave a stump and then attempt to pull the roots out with a digger – impossible now that the tree’s been cut off flush with the ground.
Why didn’t they involve me at the important moment? The usual. I’m female, foreign, and therefore know nothing!
Apparently the hoar frost and the mist in the hollows were as yet too damp to start picking olives, so they did this job instead.