Proud to be A Logger’s Daughter

In this large yard there are 3 beautiful sequoia trees. When we moved here nearly 30 years ago the smallest one was just the right size to be adorned with lights during the Christmas season. We used an extension ladder to arrange several strings of bright lights and plugged them into an electrical outlet we had installed during the wiring of the yard. Today the tree is absolutely enormous. It’s impossible for a person to even get near enough to the bottom branches for decoration. With rich soil and plentiful rain, trees grow quickly in the Pacific Northwest.

A second tree is a different variety of s sequoia and in its unobtrusive location grows at will. The third, and largest tree, has spread wide over the lawn and driveway so that from time to time the gardener and other tall workers have complained about the branches hanging low down. As they ride the lawn mower the branches get in the way and also of large delivery trucks. My worker’s answer has been to clip off any errant branch just so it’s out of the way. The tree has grown quickly beyond his cuts and a strangely shaped, misshaped tree had resulted.

Natural Shaped Trees

I like my shrubs and trees to have a natural shape and over time have taken responsibility for trimming everything that needed it, except for the hedges. I bought myself a little work horse, a De Walt XRP with an 18 volt rechargeable battery pack. It was my choice of implement because at 10 pounds I could lift it above my head.

I don’t climb a ladder any more to cut and instead, stand at the bottom directing others. There are lots of uses for my trusty saw working on branches and bushes while still on solid ground, but not on that tree. On this occasion I was simply correcting the shape of the tree by having the errant branches cut closer to the trunk, the way they should have been cut in the first place. But this time I was directing work of my gardener to do what I used to do, in the way I wanted to have it done. When you drive into our yard now you will see the view beneath the lowest branches, which incidentally will not drag after a heavy snowfall, and my family and workers are happy with the result.

After all, I am a logger’s daughter and a granddaughter of a hand logger.