The traditional third wedding anniversary gift is supposed to be leather or crystal, but we don’t do things the traditional way around here. Instead, I got a chainsaw from my beloved. Yes, you read that right, a chainsaw. It was my idea, believe it or not. See, there wasn’t anything I really wanted this year. I buy myself little treats throughout the year so that by the time a big day rolls around, I don’t feel a huge need for anything. Of course, I always like (hint, hint, hint) getting something, but it’s not a must in my book.
Matthew’s been raving about his new burr grinder. That has been a big hit around here this week. But, for me, there wasn’t anything of the magnificent burr grinder equivalent that I wanted. When he mentioned that he’d like to cut down our gnarly tree stump in the front yard, I struck a deal with him. I told him that he could get me a chainsaw for our anniversary and cut down the stump for me as my anniversary present. He gave me a very quizzical look and said, “But doesn’t that kind of suck for you?” I assured him that having the creepy tree down would be a great present.
So, he started on it as soon as we got home from Home Depot yesterday. He wanted me to point out for accuracy’s sake that he’s using his sawzall to cut off all of the nasty little fingers that grew off of the tree before getting to the big part. For comparison, Matthew is 6 feet tall, so you can see that our stump is easily 15 feet tall and at least 5 feet around. It must have been a massive tree before it got struck by lightening. It’s a shame that it’s no longer with us. On a positive note, the wood on the inside is still really good oak, so it will make great firewood for our bonfire pit.
