I lost a few hours of life and gained mounting anxiety by the endless buzz saw of a tree next door facing its final hours. It’s none of my business but I did not expect to say good bye to an old friend. Why did you leave me this way? Big Trees Make Better Neighbors.
Take the cannoli. The Trees Stay in the Picture.
I’m not the Boss of the Cul-de-Sac but… wouldn’t it be nice?
As Tevye would shout: “TREE-dition!”
There goes the neighborhood. 👿
I can’t bear to look. Oops, I did it again. Baring my soul. Barking up the wrong tree. Digging myself into a hole of bad puns. Logging out. Oy.