We got married at Love House. Naturally.

I planned on sharing all of our pictures today and talking about the details, but I feel more like posting about our trees. The wedding post will be lovely and later.

We hired a local arborist to come have a look at the amazing old tress on the property. We have two giant Siberian elms (that everyone hates on because they have the most beautiful seed pods that look like glitter and make me happy, but whatever) and three ash trees. All of the trees are well over 100 years old and, of course, one of the many reasons we love old houses so much. I feel so totally gypped when we buy an old house with no trees. (Gypped is a word…right?)

The trees had not been trimmed or taken care of for forever and many people thought they should be cut down. Like my dad, a traitor. We knew they could be saved-like most things. The arborist (who looks a lot like Willie Nelson, which is pretty cool) came out with his boom truck and got right to work.

He was an artist. The end.

Do you see him way up there in that picture?? It was insane. He didn’t let a single branch fall on the house and he only hit the house once with his truck. I’d say that’s pretty great.

It took approximately 3 days to get everything trimmed and cleaned up. I was surprised by how bare the trees looked after, but in a couple of years they will healthily fill back in and live another 10 decades or so. We were so happy with his work, particularly the ash trees in the front. They looked awful to start with, but after a day with Willie, all was well.

Our little blanket of branches:

It gave us peace of mind that we wouldn’t have branches falling on cars anymore (that happened) or whole trees falling over onto the road (also happened.) Little by little, we were making Love House a respectable home again instead of a crack house.

Pride.