Another tree, a cherry, was being decimated, this one in the garden of a house at the end of the street. I asked the men if I could have some logs and they gave me the whole tree trunk, sawn into manageable chunks, pleased to get it off their hands. John spent some time chopping them up this afternoon like a mad axe man, while I sat by the fire listening to the thwacking. Now we have a great pile of logs seasoning in the cellar. Most satisfying.