Wow, nobody got it... exactly. This is the old tree stump in our front yard that The Gardener decided to "take care of" over the weekend. He and a friend cut the tree down last spring and there the stump sat, for a year. I didn't really mind the stump. In fact is was a good level platform that I could stand on to take sunset photos, and it didn't have any funky branches growing out of it. I figured that eventually we would have the stump ground out (like hire a service to come remove it, and not cause a spectacle on my front lawn). Oh, but this was more fun. What's weirder (terrrible use of the English language, but it's Monday morning. And let me tell you now that I'm already off topic and making no sense. It's maybe not the best idea when you are a guest in someones home to complement the giant stack of laundry teetering on a pile in the closet. Totally not necessary. Instead of doing some much needed laundry pile maintenance, I decided to get up extra early on a Sunday, clean up my messy house, make a big breakfast, get out the good dishes and serve mimosas with a strawberry on the rim of the glass, with only 12 hours notice. What more do you want from me, dammit!) was that I was the one on my belly in our front yard taking pictures of the sun sinking below our smoldering stump.
So, what do you get when you combine 3 men,
a bucket full of drain oil,
glasses of whiskey mixers,
and a bag of stoker coal, in the middle of our front yard burning out an old tree stump? Well, that's family togetherness of course. I
Thanks Bonnie (my neighbor) for not reporting these