A Lot of Trees

Most of the marked trees on our lot have been removed. Yes, they were in terrible shape, choked out by bittersweet and ivy and scrawny from a crowded life of competing for sunlight. We're going to keep some of the logs for firewood for the wood burning stove. I may have some of the cherry and walnut logs sawed down into planks for our avant-garde front porch guard rail. They will begin digging the footers in the next week. The lot is located in the "Montford" neighborhood, outside of the designated historic district. Visible from our street is the historic Riverside cemetery where Thomas Wolfe and president Lincoln's bodyguard are buried. Our street is going to provide many challenges for us such as the rooster and chicken coup two doors down, the collection of junk cars spilling into our side yard and the 4 -month-old puppy caged up beside our other side yard. The neighbors tell us over and over and over how much they watch out for one another. The call themselves watchdogs. It sounds cute now and hopefully it remains that way. Although it's sometimes hard to see past the green port-a-john in our front yard we are excited about living on gray street and being part of the 'hood. Sweet dreams-