Those of you that are following along will remember that shortly after we moved to this house, a derecho storm snapped a 50 foot Maple tree in our front yard in half. The remaining portion of the tree, bereft of branches, was nicknamed “stick.” One cool chainsaw purchase later, and I had a number of “seat-height” logs. We arranged them in a circular fashon on a newly cleared area and declared it “Stickhenge.”
Many a cool evening, we gathered at Stickhenge to sacrifice marshmallows.
This year, the ‘henge has been overcome by the forces of nature. The giving tree has given, and not even a stump remains.