The boys from Brown Hound Tree Service in Roanoke showed up at 9 a.m. today and by 10, there was little sign left of my two prized Japanese weeping cherry trees, which defined my house since I’ve lived here.
The trees were dying and it felt like shooting a horse with a broken leg. I loved those trees, but we were all suffering with their slow death.
The tree guys cut and mulched the two trees in less than 20 minutes and only the trunks are left on the ground. They’ll be picked up later and milled for use by artists, I understand. The stumps were ground to below-ground level and this fall, I’ll put new trees in, probably Japanese Maples.