I came home last night to a truck full of tree limbs in my driveway and the chipper running in the east grove. The "Bus Stop Tree" at the end of the lane is gone. My daughter, Caroline, commented from college with, "Noooooooo! There go all my childhood memories. Right into the chipper." She was kidding. None of my kids liked riding the school bus -- or waiting for the school bus, even if they could climb the tree while they waited.
The cutting, trimming, and chipping continues today while I am at work. I wonder what tree will be gone when I get home tonight?