He was 63 axe handles high….
He swayed when he walked and the moon was slung on his back like a pack. A great pine stuck on his shoulder.
~ The Legend of Paul Bunyan ~
Yesterday was the beginning of the end for two Pine trees and a 120 ft Southern Red Oak.
The old Pines had seen much better days and recently became a victim of the Pine Beetle blight common throughout the Southeast.
The Southern Oak was located 15 feet from the house, too close and too large for me to sleep in comfort at night.
After a short battle with a swarm of yellow jackets (which had their way with me for disturbing their nest) the mighty Oak and Pines were no more.
The Southern Pine:
The Southern Oak:
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