The Squire has been working on that fallen pine tree off and on, in between rainstorms, cutting the trunk and larger branches into stove lengths, while it laid on its side, sprawled across the lawn.
When we came home from the store the other day, we discovered the silly stump had set itself upright. Apparently, the weight of the roots had balanced out the remaining trunk, and the tree had flipped itself back into position.
I really wish we had seen it happen!
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Amazing how nature can correct itself isn’t it! I wonder if new shoots will now grow off this stump and the tree receives a second life?
Unless The Squire manages to remove all of the root – highly unlikely – it probably will grow again.
Interesting about nature and how it overcomes. Thanks for the share!
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The tree is a Dylan Thomas fan:
“Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
My question is: how do you think the tree managed to flip itself back into position?
My husband (aka The Squire) cut so much of the trunk that the roots weighed more than the little stub of trunk.