Like Paul Bunyan, the giant lumber jack and we together sawed back and forth at herculean speed (at least 18 minutes) and by gawd that saw chewed through maybe a good inch!
We plopped down on the wet ground to brainstorm. We came up with a new plan.
Paige would lasso the top of the tree. And i would give it a good kick on the bottom. And we would yell TIMBER!
”TIMBER”
It fell down!
We both looked at each other in disbelief!!
But then we tried to pick it up! It was way more substantial than the axe.
Now what?
I grabbed the big blue tarp and threw it across the driveway. ”If we can roll that sucker over here on top of the tarp, then we can drag it up to the house,” I yelled over the toppled Christmas tree.
And pull it we did!
And a considerable amount of time of stopping to rest.
Then we would get cold and start back upheaving the tree and then get too hot again and start back upheaving the tree.
Earlier than expected, we hit the front door of the house!
Refreshed and energized by our triumph to have made it to the door!