I love trees.
In fact, one of the reasons we moved to this town was its prevalence of trees. I love that our backyard is shady and I love that there are so many squirrels and birds that make our trees their homes. I don't mind all the leaves we have to clean up in the fall, because it's a small price to pay for living in a wooded paradise the rest of the year.
But...
We had a couple of doozies in our front yard:
360 days a year it is a scraggly mess and for a handful of days a year it has these precious little white flowers.
The second tree in question is the gigantic looming hemlock on the right side of the house:

It drops tiny needles all year round. The acid from the needles makes it difficult to grow grass under the tree.
I pondered these two trees for a while. Then my aunt and uncle came over for a visit last summer. My uncle is very horticultural. I'm not even sure if that is a word - but he spends a LOT of his free time in his garden and yard. He has a million trees. Not literally. But there is an area of his yard we always called "the woods" growing up. I asked him if there was anything worth saving with these two trees. He didn't even hesitate to say no.
So here we are months later...
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