Last week’s meeting involved a certain amount of house “repositioning” at the site.  The plan has a few tweaks and we wanted to see how they looked.  We’ve also grown to appreciate the long view of the Harraseeket River from the field and wanted make sure the house made the most of it.

Lots of stake moving and string.  Swearing.  Imagine knitting with four foot long wooden poles while wearing mittens.

And despite our best efforts, we couldn’t position the house so that our living spaces got that view.  Fantastic from the garage walkway.  Not so good from the porch or the bedroom.  The primary culprit?  A large bushy pine tree down at the end of the field.

The remaining dialog went along these lines :

“Do you own that part of the field?”

Yes.

“Is it in the wetlands zone?

No.

“Do you like the tree?

No.

“Do you own a chainsaw?”

That afternoon, Deb stopped by the Town Office and double-checked.  Not only are we “A-OK” to take it down, but the general consensus seems to be that a chainsaw might be the best thing for all of Freeport.