WHAT? Just what was this thing? You can't imagine how frustrating it was to find it's edges. I kind of knew where the center was, but I couldn't figure out the spread. I probed the area directly around the center with the tip of the spade but kept hitting structure. There was no way that the stump was THAT big. I would move dirt any time that I didn't encounter an obstruction and move BACKWARDS to make space for the anticipated digging.; recent experience has really taught me to dig twice as wide as I expect. Once I dug outwards, I was able to dig under and to the sides, following the shape of the root away from the center. Notice the water line crossing over the stump. That leads to the water hose at the original garden. Once again, I'm amazed at the work my grandfather did.
This angle reminds me of some kind of alien crab. Honestly, I love its shape. I wonder what I can do with this. Some kind of weird table?
I'm going to be honest. There is something very soothing about moving dirt. Sure, it's hard work...very hard. But it also provides such a sense of accomplishment. I just get into a rhythm and sort of zen out. Next thing I know, it's done.
Just another panoramic shot documenting the progress. Note the mounds of dirt in the back, far right corner.
Suburban Hermit of Fayetteville, signing off.
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