Some men came today and climbed high in our maples and put a device in them that will maybe do the straightening. And correct from when the heavy snow made them bend.

They also trimmed our Sandy stumps lower.

They also took all of our sticks with them, the bastards.

Then the Bald Man spent the better part of the afternoon digging this stump out of the ground and sawing roots.

The earth beneath the stump is wet and clay-like and loaded with rocks and other cold hard things. It tastes like prehistoric worms.