I remember when we bought our house on a densely wooded lot on Walden’s Ridge. When I asked the previous owner about the rigors of leaf season at our new abode, he lowered his chin and suppressed a smile.
After 15 years of living on the property, I understand now why he was coy.
A wooded lot is a beautiful thing. The leaf canopy on a mountaintop in midsummer is nature’s air-conditioning.
Still, a wooded lot is a lot … a lot of work and a lot of worry.
Our half-acre lot is full of oaks and poplars. A tree guy once told me that poplars were so-named because “they go ‘pop’ right before they fall on your house.” Nice.