The trees. oh the trees. So many huge, ugly, half dead, sick, covering up my front porch trees.

Day 1 when we looked at the old house, my question was…..”The front trees are a non negotiable, if they cannot be removed, I want to move on.” Before we even signed a contract, the city was contacted and asked about the 4 huge trees bordering the sidewalk that smothered the front of the house asking if there were allowed to be removed. The city replied “the trees are called Camphor trees (scrub trees) and yes we are glad for them to be removed.” Woop Woop!!!

Here is a before. They are not only blocking the entire house, the roots are invading the front yard and pushing up the sidewalk.

There were mixed emotions from people when we would talk about taking out the trees. Some were very excited and others…..not so much. “Those trees are probably 100 years old.” Yep they probably are but they are still coming out.

We heard sighs from the neighbors when the trunks were wrapped with orange tape. Sorry, not sorry. They gotta go.

There were also trees hanging over the carport. Daily dropping large limbs and one day deciding to fall over.

The many back yard trees that were in need of departure. The only trees I will honestly say were my choice to leave were the palm trees. I DO NOT like them. Ever since Steve trimmed ours when we lived in South Florida and the roaches lived in the area near the top, I can’t stand palm trees. Forgive me Florida.

Check it out!!!

The old house has no where to hide now. She will not always be ugly.

This is a picture of the inside of a 65′ dead tree from the backyard. This is what a camphor tree does. It dies from the inside out.

Love,

the girl who wants a pool in her big treeless backyard.