when the baron and the husband moved into their house, two-ish years ago, they had a number of trees removed... and by 'a number' the baron means, like, 20. some of them were diseased, some leaned precariously close to the house, some were saplings that no one had bothered to cut back... all the healthy, old growth ones that could be saved, were saved. (also, to quiet their guilt, the baron and the husband, the spring following the great tree massacre of '06, planted 6 fruit trees and a number of other shrubberies... they're trying, ok?)
some of the stumps - for the saplings, mostly - could be dug out, but some of the larger ones could not, which means they'll have to be ground out by a tree service. this has not happened yet.
when they do address the remaining stumps, they might just leave the one in the photo above intact, since harlan has taken it as his de facto throne, a mighty seat from which he observes the comings and goings of the yard, occasionally stepping down to catch and kill a small bird or rodent. though you, reader, can't see it here, harlan wears a very small pinky ring - gold braid set with a large ruby - and sometimes tucker lines up to kiss it. really.
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