Years ago when we lived in our house in Meade Ks., we had 8 large elm trees on one lot.  These trees were 60 to  70 feet tall.  I was tired of them dropping limbs all the time.  As anyone who lives or drives thru Kansas knows the wind blows at least 10 mph everyday and many days it is 20-30 mph,  I had gotten up one morning to find an elm limb rapped around my little Chevette.  There wasn't a stratch on the car but I couldn't drive it untill my husbands boss came by to pull the limb out of the way with his pickup.  This made me to start thinking about cutting down the trees. 

I came into some money so I called a tree guy to come and cut down the trees.  First he toped the trees in the back.  As he took the tops off he worked down to where the cloths line was inbedded in the trees.  He cut the line and took it down so the next day he could take the trees down.  I got home from work and my granddaughter was with me.  She went out in the back yard to see what was going on.  She came running in the house to tell me "Nana, Nana somebody has stolen your cloths line."

Then a few days later when the front trees were cut down the cat was on top of the fence when I let the dog out to go to do his business.  The cat ran the dog ran and then they both came to a stop.  The cat was sitting there looking for the tree to run up and the dog didn't have any idea what to do with the cat.  I laughed so hard at them.

Thats what happens when you lose your trees.