As you can see the tale is told in reverse as the pictures posted in that order. (Someday I will figure this out like my girls...)
There is nothing like a big fire at the end of a Saturday to clean up the refuse and settle ones soul.
Tate drove in last evening and got the honors of doing the deed. He did a great job, dropping the 85 foot tree right where we wanted it. Counting the rings we figured it was approximately 65 years old. It would have been sad to do this if the tree wasn't dead already.