When we moved into this house this tree was seven feet tall. I could wrap my index finger and thumb around the trunk.
I've had it professionally pruned and deep root fed twice. Once just before hurricane Ike came to visit. Good call on Belle's part, I admit.
I've not had eight or nine hundred dollars to spare lately to get it done this year.
Oy. It's taller than our two story house now, and the canopy is as dense as a Q-tip.
Isaac winds his way into the gulf.
Firewood I don't really need.