I know bloody well that there are things that any of you would not want your neighbours doing on your property, especially without prior knowledge. You might not want your neighbours coming over and digging holes in your front garden, or shatting on your front stoop. So let's end the BS and that is my final word on this. Continue to beat this to death if you want. Some people just have to be contrary for the sake of it. "What are you bitching about, I let my neighbour come over and take a dump in the pool and I hand him a beer while he is doing it"
I lied, I am going to say something else. Maybe I don't want someone dropping trees onto my property busting up my trees that I don't want busted up and especially without asking me. There is nothing bloody wrong with asking my neighbour to consider my property rights just as I consider his. Would you all feel the same if your neighbour dropped a f-ing tree on your 1964 1/2 Mustang? He didn't drop the tree in a clearing and he came close to messing up some of my trees. I don't have 3200 acres like some of you and if I don't want my trees destroyed by my neighbour there is nothing wrong with it. So get stuff.
Yup...and dropping a lil ole tree across the line into my woods ain't one of them... Nope...not what happened though... Me either...less than 2 here...heck, I don't think my whole extended family owns that much combined! 'Tis the season I'm sensing some unwanted urine on zee crumpets...
I spent a few minutes typing a thoughtful reply but then said to my self "self will what I'm saying really have any impact?" I decided that in spite of some insightful and academically sound analysis of the poem you misquoted, it probably would not. So I delete it because probably nobody wants to see a master debate about poetry on a firewood forum and at this point we are Good luck with your new neighbors.
I have three boys, 2 of them were big fort builders back in the day when they were little. I have a nice stand of Bitternut Hickory, I'd be other there yelling at them, stop wrecking all the trees,breaking branches and cutting them down for forts. I want to burn them someday. Not much bothers me anymore. Kids have a way of making you let go of the small stuff.
1781 was the last time the Brit's told people in VA what to do, and it didnt work out very well for them ;-)
I sympathize for your trees. My brother and I would make forts and chit. We probably have just pounds and pounds of nails in just this one Magnolia tree at my parents due to just hammering nails into the wood to submission. The galvanized part is likely the reason why the tree is forcing other growth for the last 25 years. I have to admit I have thought about pulling them out but likely to do more harm than good. Well I don’t do that to trees now unless I want it down or it’s on its own way. Likely have to remember I just got to do that.
It all started right here, in Boston years before with the Stamp act in 1776, and the Tea Party. The NH volunteers held the right flank at the Battle of Bunker Hill. General George Washington arrived later and placed cannons on the Dorchester heights which put the British in Boston and the fleet anchored the harbor under his guns. They evacuated Boston.
Walking around my place today, I discovered a few things............... 1. Both rabbits and squirrels are crapping in my yard without my permission and not cleaning up after themselves. 2. My neighbor to the South, his leaves are blowing into my yard; he better clean them up. 3. The garbage truck didn't put my receptacle back exactly how I had put it out by the street. 4. The neighbors red cedar is causing little red cedars to sprout in my yard without my permission. 5. The neighbor across my street used my driveway to maneuver a trailer so he could back it into his drive without my permission. He left tire tracks on my driveway.
Funny how this has become a possession war. “My land! You keep your hands and trees off it” yet when we’re gone, there’s no guarantee whatsoever that someone else is going to give two chits and a beard to whatever argument this was. This argument has been one since time immemorial. Native Americans believed that no land is owned, the land owns us and we don’t EVER control that cycle, all we ought to do is keep the land better left than we found it. A line can be drawn in the sand but it’s still going to rain.
Just to be technical, in the State of Maine Kimberly would be in violation of the law if she was to take the tree. While it is on her land, it does NOT make her the owner, any more than if a car owner crashed his car and it ended up on her lawn and he went to the hospital. In my case that sort of happened, my ex-wife wanted her car and got it in the divorce, but moved out to live with her !@#$%^& on line boyfriend she met on the internet in Arizona. But in the State of Maine, anything left on another's property after 6 months can be obtained through a procedure with the State Police, which is what I did. I am currently doing that with a 18 wheeler trailer that was left of my land in 1996 (I decided to scrap iron the thing).
When the Amish came here, they got an awakening on what they had for neighbors. They tried to get a few farms prior to autumn, but things got delayed and they got to Maine in August. Really needing hay for their livestock, they borrowed a neighbors tractor, baler and hay wagon, when really ideal October weather came in. But as they were going down a hill baling hay, something let go in the transmission, and the tractor went down over a hill, through a rock wall, out across a swamp, hit a tree and literally broke in half. The Amish went back to their house, got on their Sunday best, and having a few elders at witnesses; went to the farmers house and said, "As we speak, we are getting teams of horses together to retrieve that tractor, and just as soon as we can get parts, will get your tractor fixed." The neighbor shook his head and said, "Don't be foolish, you have all winter to fix my tractor. Borrow my other tractor and get your hay finished for winter." The Amish said right then that they knew they moved to a good area. Whenever you can, ALWAYS help your neighbor, because you never know when it might be you that needs help.
Booker T Washington was walking down the street one evening when a prominent woman did not recognize the man and asked if he needed some cash since she had some wood that needed to be split. Back then it was considered a menial task, but Booker T Washington had nothing pressing to do at the moment, so he went and did the job for her. He even brought the split wood into the wood box in the house. As he did, the daughter of the house recognized him and instantly her mother was embarrassed to have asked such a prominent man to do such a thing. She gushed on in apology, but Booker T Washington merely said he liked to do so physical work, it was not a big deal and that he understood it was just a simple mistake of identity on a dark street. A few weeks later the University where he worked received thousands of dollars from the prominent woman who helped garner support for his work in the community just because of his humility. I struggle with humility as well, but I am far better today then I was when I was younger. I am convinced though, that I would be better off to be more humble then arrogant.
The narve of some people----You gonna have to get some type of injunction or contract with the boys above to "take care of dis guy"
