It's truly a park setting. Georg ran the B&B, renting to former clients until just recently. She and I sat on the front porch reading and chatting and this is what my kind of vacation looks like.
Ian has the unenviable job of removing this dying Mugo pine. He took a second load of branches to the dump this morning. It appeared to be a beautiful bushy tree when we moved in last year.
At some point the tree became unstable and started to tip over but rather than stake it, a previous owner wrapped all the limbs with this black wire. It didn't prevent the tree from tipping over and in fact, the main trunk was flat on the ground with the branches growing vertically making the appearance of a tree. By this spring the wire had cut into the branches and was choking it to death.
That's the bones of the tree, soon to be firewood.