The Sound of Money?

Nah.

The sound of barter.

So we have this old beat up pick up truck we have been trying to sell.  No rush in it really.  Stick it at the end of the drive and see if anyone bites.  Good if they do- and who cares if they don't.

Well we got a few bites but nothing too serious....

Until last Saturday.

A man in a similar truck showed up inquiring about the one we are selling.

A couple quick hustle moves.

A conversation.

A walk around the property 

and a hand shake.

Seems that this man is a gen-you-ine tree feller. (google that)

and he's gonna take down our stupid pine tree for a beat up pick up truck.

Done deal.

I have a love hate with pine trees.

The love being, that I love the smell, the pine needles, the pine cones, and yes even the sap.  It reminds me of my New England home.

But the dislike come from the fact that pine trees are rather stupid looking.  And this one we have is not lost on that.

Look at it- Does it make ANY sense being on the property? Not really.

And in fact- do pine trees make any sense in Maryland?

Nope.

So out goes the pine- and out goes the truck, and in comes a smile to this girls face.

The stupid leaning pine tree.  Notice I can't even fit it in the photo. Cause its so tall. And dumb.









Ain't nothing better than the sound of a tree felling.