While trimming the Mulberry Tree, which has the great audacity to grow into the overhanging power lines each and every year, I noticed the rope that we had looped around a branch last spring. The kids have used it as a Tarzan Swinging Vine, a step up into the tree, a swing and the always popular "whip my sibling tool of death."
It is a good rope that began its' life as a rope for toddlers at church to hold onto as they walk from the classroom to the playground. The tree had grown around this wonderful rope and here I stood, chainsaw in hand. I had no choice.
So I began, small surgical cuts, holding my breath, as I began to free this valiant captive of uncontrolled growth and mischievous mulberryness. Little by little, slowly, carefully until at the end I carefully peeled back the small pieces remaining and released the rope. The rope is still there waiting for tomorrow, waiting for the kids to come back outside and play.
Good job! I'm glad the only limbs cut were the trees!
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