The south side of our property has an old wire fence marking the boundary from the road to the lake. At some point long ago the fence must have been near the tree and eventually the tree slowly engulfed the wire. Later, nature taking its course of duty, the tree dies, and falls. What remains is the stump, still willing to do its job of holding the line.
This is The Hollow, the southern most area of our property. A gathering of big hardwoods and decaying softwoods reaching over 40 ft to the sky.