A giant fungus frames the scene of a crater left by the remains of a Tree of Heaven felled close to the house a couple of years back. The hole is that dark place visible mostly to the upper right. Tuck had taken a crowbar to the stump awhile back and found the crowbar almost disappeared into the soil as the trunk had gone virtually from dust to dust. We theorize that this is the drywell that drew the flood into our basement of late.
After the floods had subsided in our Cellar-by-the-Sea, Tuck got to thinking and figured out the source of that biblical flow of water into our basement during the recent downpour. It was an unknown empty place beneath the stump of an Ailanthus altissima close by the house that had been felled a couple of years back -- reminded us of that unknown underground stream in Haverhill of which Governor Romney spoke today. In the first couple of years after the tree was slain, it sent up numerous clonal sprouts in the lawn. Now, in this last week, it visited its revenge upon us by drawing the flood waters into our cellar. Were we Bill Clinton, we would feel its pain.