Change in the Works

 Here is a before, during and after post. 

The former store next door is in the process of becoming our new library. Money has been raised by a non-profit to renovate the space creating a library and community room. The owner of the store will be giving it to the non-profit and once the renovation is complete the non-profit will give it to our town to replace the current library which in inadequate in so many ways.

Before the first transfer happened the owner paid for trash trees to be removed.  These are box elder trees which grow fast and with lots of trunks.  Two of the trees bordered our property and at least 8 or 9 bordered the property on the other side of the store.

In the center of this photo is one of the box elder. To the left are hemlocks and to the right are arborvitaes that are on our property.

Here is the take down.

Gone!

The other tree is that dark spot in the center behind the two trunks of maple.

Here's another perspective - dark green in background.

Here is the take down.

Some days later after clearing the trees on the other side, a crew returned to grind the stumps.

Before above and after below.

Here is looking from one former tree stump down our property line.

Notice the stone? It's likely a former fence stone or property line marker that was encased by one of the tree trunks.

Here's where the other tree stump was ground out.

We expect construction on the library to begin in September.

But that's not the end of trees being removed. Our north side along the driveway is marked by these hemlocks and spruce trees on our neighbor's property.  Some are not doing well and we've been concerned about them falling our way.  The two that have fallen since we arrived here, fell in her yard, thankfully.

She told us last spring that at least one would be removed. However on Sunday, five trees had ribbons tied on them.  I called her Monday morning to ask about the timing for removal but she wasn't even aware that the ribbons had been placed there.  She thanked me for letting her know. I guess we will wake up one morning to the sounds of chain saws again.