The walnut is no more

Aside from watching Shel play Fate all day, I did accomplish something useful today. The walnut tree that has been in my mother's back yard for twenty years is now no more than a stump. It took Shel and I all of about half-an-hour to trim it down from some twenty feet.

For all of my father's enthusiasm for recklessly planting every tree he could find anywhere there was space to dig a hole, I sometimes wonder if my mother's enthusiasm for cutting them down might not equal it. In fairness, the wanlut did need to go, but I still hate to thin the grove more than need be.