This is one of MY trees-well, Ms D probably planted it. It had a dual trunk, and was really a neat old tree. But it was old, and it was becoming a hazard.
Seeing the logs laid out from what used to be a trunk was very evocative for me. I dig trees. Really I do. It kind of reminds me of me, my Mom and my Dad, or for that matter, the entire universe. Because the tree will die if the indiviudal pieces are severed.