Get it? Stumpy? Because he was a tree and is now just a … stump? HAHAHAHAHA! Thank you, thank you; I’ll be here all week. Please tip your wait staff.
They came and chopped the tree down on… I think it was Monday (I wasn’t home, at any rate). I left the camera for Tim, though, and he snapped a couple pictures for us. Say goodnight, tree! They chopped and dropped, and hauled it off to be burned – because of the beetles, we couldn’t destroy it ourselves. Believe me, if it were at all possible, we would have taken the wood out to Doris’s to feed her woodburning stove this winter.
That’s one saga I’m glad is over. I hope it’s over… I keep imagining that the trees around it are looking more and more brown and dead every day, as eeeeevil beetles consume them from the inside out. I’m sure that’s just paranoia, though, right?
A Day in the Life
Maker of thrown, hand-built, and slipcast ceramics; dyer and spinner of yarn; writer of science fiction; watcher of people and nature.