The stump upon which my little grandson sits has 135 rings old.
This stump is all the remains from a once majestic ash tree.
The 135 rings would have numbered many more, if not for that tiny, emerald green, ash borer.
that died prematurely.
Rebirth on the forest floor. Room for conifers, deciduous, and many more.
The earth, left on it’s own will flourish.
Happy Earth Day!!!!!
Groovy Tales of a Well Adult 