We have a gnarled mess of a tree in our front yard. It has to be cut down. I’d like to cry.
Why? Because it’s one of 3-4 huge trees that shade my house lowering my electric bill in the summer like no one’s business.
But it’s rotted. And if it tumbles, it’ll smash my house.
So I called the tree dudes to see about cutting it down.
Turns out it’s Ash. You know what’s made of Ash?
Guitars and Basses.
God is telling me to get busy building a bass. Maybe another guitar.
I accepted the quote. Time to get ready.
Inspected By Pat 