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The Stump People A long time ago, in this land, not too far away from our kitchen window, some Stump People came to live in our yard. So far, the family consists of a couple of children and a young lady--all of them well mannered, polite and pleasant to look at. Actually, the stump people have become a gauge to let us know how often we have had visitors who really care about things in this world. When we get frequent visitors, and they care, the stump people have complete freedom. At other times, the stump people may become almost completely hidden, and that is when you can hear them calling out: "Save us... free us from the ivy, please!" The little boy has been known to have the ability to actually stretch his little arms up longer than normal so that you can still see his little finger pointing up out of the ivy.  But there is a problem. The stumps where they live have ivy growing on them. And, sometimes the ivy begins to capture and swallow the stump people. Often, when our friends or relatives visit, they become concerned about the stump people and they want to get some clippers so they can "free the stump people". One person told us: "I want to believe in the Stump People", but was having difficulty. Either you believe or you don't believe!!! If you saw how our son-in-law delicately trimmed the ivy around them (without hurting them) you would know that HE believes! You just need to interact with them, instead of watching from a distance. You need to feel as you touch them. And to listen in the morning when the first rays of sun hit their stump and they begin to warm, you can hear them humming "ummmmmm". You need to watch closely the little expressions on their little faces as the edges of their mouths curve ever so slightly into a smile. Then you WILL believe. Want to believe? Humph! If you ever come to visit, please ask about the stump people! One morning this Spring in April, we woke to see the Stump People in a strange environment—snow! What a COLD place to live. This is our Stump Person. She lives here all alone, but she is pleasant toward everybody and loves the birds. Will the ivy engulf her? |
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