We went to cut a load of wood yesterday, when we saw this up ahead. My husband pulled over to take a closer look. The tree was pretty big, and I was slightly nervous that he would somehow attempt to cut it up and want me to load the thing into the back of the pick-up, but then I saw it from the side view and I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew I was safe....it was a pine tree, and he doesn't like to cut pine. It was also green, so I knew he'd pass it by. Then, and only then could I get out of the truck and enjoy looking at it.
But mark my words, if this had been a Blue Spruce or Douglas Fir, and if it had been sitting there for a year, he would have fired the chainsaw up immediately and attempted to harvest it, piece by piece. It's like he plays some silly little man game where he's always in search of the "perfect log".
We got off the hook this time....but there's always another monster log lurking deep in the forest. It makes grown men giddy with anticipation to conquer the log, and it makes grown women want to cry.