I have always adored tree stumps. Nursing stumps are certainly a source of beauty and wonder with all the new life bursting from the decaying matter. Stumps are also great fun when they’re all lined up… sort of like rock-hopping.
Whenever I see a tree stump, I immediately try to envision how things must have looked when the tree still stood. Huge stumps are even more compelling. Seeing just a small echo of what was once a towering monster is always great food for the imagination (as well as the local fungi).
It’s also fun to count rings on tree stumps, provided they are still visible. Stumps are a wonderful source of tactile candy. As you run your fingers along what used to be the heart of a tree, you can almost feel the fruit of the earth still pulsing up through the silent fibers.