There’s nothing better than coming home and finding one of these lovely tree trimming notices from the city on your front door. I literally busted out every curse word I could think of when I saw it. E s gibt nichts Schöneres als nach Hause zu kommen und eine Mahnung von der Stadt an der HaustĂĽr zu finden, die besagt, dass man seine Baeume trimmen muss. Als ich den Zettel gesehen habe, hab ich mit allen moeglichen Fluchwoertern, an die ich denken konnte, um mich geschmissen. They do this every year and I remember too well, how "fun" it was the year before and how we had to re-trim our tree three weeks in a row, because apparently we didn’t do a "good" job the first and second time. They require, that your branches hang no lower than 16ft from the street. Do they even know how tall 16ft is? I don’t think they do. They also give you a deadline and of course, we waited until the last day to start. So you mig...