Pardon me, but I can't resist stumps.

I can't explain it, but I love them. I think it's because they take me back to my childhood memories when we had stumps on our 40-acre farm on North Boyer. And, when we drove the countryside, stumps abounded.

Since those days, many have disappeared from pastures, but a few remain to remind us of days gone by when this area was settled by stump ranchers. And, there was big timber, and there were fires, and stumps tell part of the story.