Climb up

At our summer cottage there is a big three growing in the middle of everything. It soon will be laying on the ground. My father decided to cut all the brunches so that is will be easier to fall. He climbed up to the top and started cutting the brunches one by one (I wanted to do that, damn it!).

Finally the sad three looked like this, and the landscape was full of light for the first time in years. Now we are waiting for the lumberman.