Worried that this dogwood might fall, a neighbor put a sign on it warning “parkers” to beware. He had the city arborist take a look, thinking the (very slowly increasing) lean was dangerous. But, no, we heard, the arborist thought the tree was static.
I don’t know how the bureaucratic issues went from there, but yesterday tree-people showed up and took it away.
There’s very little sawdust, as the interior, at least a foot across, was empty. A void. I looked at the narrow remaining encircling collar, perhaps at most two inches thick, and couldn’t decide if the (surviving) rings were compressed, simply narrow, or exactly what.