Adjustments

When I moved into the house on Emerald Avenue over three years ago, I really did not like the tall tree stump in the front yard. Centered near the front porch at that point it was bare and the only “tree” in the yard. Because I do love our front porch, I found myself staring at the stump often.

As the yard became more personal with shrubs, flowers and a bird bath, the stump took on an aurora of its own. I filled it with dirt and planted sweet-william and phlox and ground cover. Around the base potted ferns sat, later replaced by flower seeds and even snow pea plants.

I added my black bear (model for the painted bears of downtown some years ago).

He has stayed his post through all kinds of  weather.

Now he is sinking fast for the stump is in decay. The back side has broken off. The dirt and plants inside are in danger of losing their grip.

What I first thought was ugly and an eye sore I now treasure.  The patterns in the wood are detailed and full of character. It is soothing to study the swirls, cracks and textures.

Time and awareness sometimes change first impressions. I hate to think of the front yard without the stump.