This was a very hard day for me emotionally. Three of our precious, large and majestic oaks trees came down today. You see, I’m the kind of person that believe that trees are magical, living breathing entities and must be protected at all costs. I am grieving.
One of the hard things about being a property owner besides maintenance is being a responsible property owner. With 5 acres and 47 White Oak trees it is inevitable that trees have to come down at some point. But I am not prepared for three of them at once.
It is possible that these trees could have survived a few more years but it is also likely that a big storm will at some point take it down and there is aways a risk that one might fall onto our home. And we have discovered that the cost of labor is going up every year, while our wages are not rising and this had to be factored into our decision for today.
So today they are coming down. Because I consider that every tree is important in the fight against air pollution and these tree provide shade for our home, a wind break for the winds off of Lake Michigan, and privacy and nose control from the constant traffic going down this Class A roadway, I’ve fought this day mentally and emotionally.
We hired Out on a Limb Tree Climbers, a license and bonded tree cutting firm to top the trees and then to cut the trunks down. Our friend Barry has an outdoors burner to heat his hot water as well as his home and he will come and cut up the trunk and haul it home over the next few weeks.
The mythology of the White Oak tree is very interesting…
In Celtic mythology, it is the tree of doors, believed to be a gateway between worlds, or a place where portals could be erected.
In Norse mythology, the oak was sacred to the thunder god, Thor. Some scholars speculate that this is because the oak, as the largest tree in northern Europe, was the one most often struck by lightning. Thor’s Oak was a sacred tree of the Germanic Chatti tribe. Its destruction marked the Christianisation of the heathen tribes by Saint Boniface.
I realize it’s just a tree and not a human life, but regardless it’s a sad day at our small house under a big sky here in SW Michigan.
Small House / Big Sky Donna