I don't especially like cutting down trees, but sometimes you have to. It's about removing dead wood, giving the trees that remain air and light, and ensuring good growth for the future.
You need a good chain saw, and Jean-Claude doesn't mess about: he has three, a small one, a medium and a large one. I asked him if I could borrow his big one, and he said no, but he offered to come round and cut the trees himself, which he did the other day.
The big Walnut is now free from its entanglement with the Mirabelle trees, the remaining older Mirabelles are healthy, and the saplings have room to grow. And I have a stack of wood to dry out for heating in a couple of Winter's time.
I think a poem's not as good
As half a ton of well-stacked wood.