#How to Remove a Palm Tree Stump

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How to Remove a Palm Tree Stump: A Complete Guide by Pelton's Tree and Land Services, Inc.

When a palm tree is removed from your property, the stump that's left behind can be more than just an eyesore—it can become a tripping hazard, a breeding ground for pests, and an obstacle to future landscaping plans. If you're searching for how to remove a palm tree stump safely and effectively in Gautier, MS, you've come to the right place.

At Pelton's Tree and Land Services, Inc., we’ve been serving the Mississippi Gulf Coast for over 25 years with expert tree removal, trimming, stump grinding, and landscaping services. Our state-licensed arborists are here to help homeowners and property managers manage and maintain healthy, beautiful outdoor spaces. In this guide, we’ll walk you through everything you need to know about palm tree stump removal—why it matters, what your options are, and how our professional services can help.

Why You Should Remove a Palm Tree Stump

Palm tree stumps are notorious for being tough to handle, especially if the tree was large and mature. Here are several compelling reasons to get rid of that stump:

Safety: Stumps can be dangerous for children playing in the yard or people walking nearby.

Pest Control: Leftover stumps often attract termites, ants, and fungi.

Aesthetics: A stump can ruin the appearance of your lawn or landscape design.

Space Reclamation: Removing the stump gives you back valuable yard space for planting, landscaping, or new construction.

Prevent Regrowth: Some palm species can sprout new shoots from the roots.

Challenges of Palm Tree Stump Removal

Removing a palm tree stump isn’t as straightforward as it may seem. Palm trees have a fibrous root system rather than a deep tap root. While this may sound easier to manage, the dense and widespread fibres can make grinding more difficult. They tend to tangle, making manual removal very time-consuming and physically demanding.

Without the right equipment and expertise, this task can become overwhelming. That’s where we come in.

Palm Tree Stump Removal Methods

There are multiple ways to remove a palm tree stump, each with pros and cons depending on the stump size, location, and urgency.

1. Manual Removal (Not Recommended for Large Stumps)

If the palm tree was relatively young or small:

Use a shovel, mattock, and saw to cut away the stump and exposed roots.

Dig around the base to expose the root ball.

Sever the roots and pry the stump out of the ground.

However, this method is labour-intensive and rarely successful for large or old palm stumps.

2. Chemical Stump Removal

Some people attempt to accelerate stump decay using chemicals:

Drill holes into the stump

Fill them with a potassium nitrate-based stump remover

Wait several weeks to months for the wood to soften

While this can work over time, it’s not environmentally friendly, and it's slow. Plus, it doesn't remove the root system entirely.

3. Stump Grinding – The Professional Way

At Pelton's Tree and Land Services, we highly recommend stump grinding for palm tree stump removal:

Fast and efficient: Our specialised grinders remove the stump below ground level within hours.

Clean and tidy: We clean up all the debris, leaving your yard looking well-kept.

Prevents regrowth: Grinding destroys the central root system, eliminating any chance of sprouts.

Replanting ready: You can re-landscape the area or lay sod immediately after the service.

This is the safest, most effective, and eco-friendly solution available today.

Why Choose Pelton’s Tree and Land Services?

Located in Gautier, Mississippi, our team of certified arborists offers reliable, affordable, and experienced services across the region. With over 25 years of experience, we understand Gulf Coast landscaping better than anyone.

Here’s what makes us your best choice:

Licensed and insured arborist services

Commercial and residential service offerings

Full-service landscaping and tree care

Stump grinding, tree trimming, and tree removal

Firewood and rough-cut lumber for sale

Custom wood milling services

Free estimates with honest advice

Locally owned and operated

We not only remove your tree stumps—we enhance the overall health and appeal of your property.

Other Tree & Land Services We Offer

In addition to palm tree stump removal, we provide:

Tree Removal – For dead, hazardous, or unwanted trees

Tree Trimming & Pruning – Keep trees healthy and well-shaped

Stump Removal & Grinding – Thorough removal and site cleanup

Plant Health Care – Diagnose and treat plant diseases and pests

Sod & Topsoil Replacement – Refresh your yard with lush greenery

Custom Wood Milling – Turn tree trunks into usable lumber and slabs

Land Clearing – Prep your property for new landscaping or construction

Whatever your landscape needs, we’ve got the experience and equipment to handle it right.

Tips to Consider Before Stump Removal

Before proceeding with stump removal, think about:

Underground Utilities – Always check for gas lines, water pipes, and power cables.

Location of the Stump – Close to buildings or fences? Grinding may be a better option.

Future Landscaping Plans – Are you replanting or laying sod? We can prepare the area.

Accessibility – Ensure our equipment can safely access the site.

At Pelton’s, we handle all these considerations during our site evaluation.

How Long Does It Take to Remove a Palm Tree Stump?

Most stumps can be removed in under two hours with professional grinding equipment. Time varies based on:

Stump diameter

Age of the stump

Soil type

Proximity to structures

After a quick assessment, we’ll give you a clear timeline and price estimate.

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[circe69]

simon ghost riley and pr!mal play fuck yeah

cw: unprotected p in v, rough!sex, predator/prey, dubcon-non, primal play obvi (girl run slower c’mon now)

uhhhh, he’s right behind me isn’t he? ~(>_<~)

“i’ll give you three fuckin’ seconds to run.”

shit.

you stumble back on the wet forest floor, leaves crumbling beneath your feet. simon stood 3 steps away from you, and all he wanted was to fuck you into the ground.

but a good hunter likes to play with his food first.

“one,” he starts as your breath comes out in distorted pants. you’re so excited, so scared, the adrenaline mixed with the intense lust is running through your blood like fire.

“two,” he takes a step towards you. you’re terrified but you want to egg him on. you want to make him angry. wanna make him punish you. you slowly peel off your sweatshirt, revealing your skin-tight tank top.

simon’s anger (and his cock) was begging him to take you right there. he smirked and shook his head, he couldn’t believe what a fucking. brat. you. were.

“three.”

you jumped into a sprint, running as fast as you could and lunging through trees. even though you were running faster than you thought was humanly possible, simon’s footsteps were still right on your tail.

he was swift and silent, and it wasn't until you turned a sharp corner to avoid hitting a tree that you felt two large forearms wrap around your middle.

your scream could've been heard from miles away, causing birds to flee from their nests. ghost flung you against the nearest tree stump and held you with one hand clenched onto your stomach as your feet dangled nearly a foot above the ground.

"why do you have to make everything so fucking difficult," he grunted out as he stripped your pants off with one hand.

you were still struggling to breath, "simon, no-"

"too late for no's, bitch."

you squealed as he tossed you onto the ground, a small tear coming from the corner of your eyes as you went slack jawed watching simon remove his shirt. he started laughing at the sight, "heh, just like you. just like you to dish it and not fuckin' take it. do you see this, y/n?" he grabbed you by a fistful of hair and shoved it down so you were eye level with his painfully hard dick. "you see it? this," he slammed a knee between your thighs, shoving it against your clit as you let out a small sob, "is what you did to me."

no matter what sound was coming out of your mouth, your pussy couldn't lie; if simon were to drag a finger through your slit, it would come back dripping.

"'m sorry, simon, sorry, sorr-"

the sound of his pistol cocking interrupted your pleas. he crawled over you and petted the top of your head, smoothing the stray hairs. “aww, you’re sorry? how sweet,” you felt the head of his gun hit your hip.

“pull my fucking cock out of my pants and if you take your eyes off ‘a mine, you’re dead.”

you scramble, with fat tears streaming out your eyes and down your jaw, as you unzip his cargo pants and pull out his hard length. you never looked away, and scary enough, neither did he.

only when you wrapped your palm around the base of him did he drop is head into the crook of your neck and groan, “fuck,” he whispered, before leaving an open-mouthed kiss under your jaw.

“you going soft on me?” you said quietly.

“if i was going soft, this pussy,” he shoved two fingers inside of you with no warning, and all you could hear was an embarrassingly loud squelch, proving just how much you wanted this, wanted him. “would sound a lot different.”

“no matter how sweet you are,” simon removed his fingers and replaced it with the head of his dick, forcing a gasp out of you,” n’matter how sick you think i am, you like being prey, you like being caught and gutted from the inside out, isn’ that right baby?”

there was no denying it, and even if you did, your pussy would suggest otherwise.

simon riley was right.

[chocsra]

idk abt others but yes i do eat up every single one of ur hs au bc it's so silly and yes i am looking at you with a chuuya plushie in my hand to ask for a dazai x reader hs au fanfic

✧ "YOU ARE THE CITY OF MY HEART"

☆ synopsis ↺: skipping class with your classmate, dazai yet again. but this time, you explore the ocean of your feelings together.

☆ content ↺: HIGHSCHOOL AU 15ZAI, musical prodigy! dazai, photographer! dazai, introvert! dazai, slightly ooc, fluff

☆ NOW PLAYING ↺: UNDERSTAND — keshi

☆ w/c ↺: 2k

you don't think you have ever lived without noise,

ever since you were a kid, you were talked your ear off by your parents, lectured by several adults, and screamed plentifully with friends. when there was silence, there was music to mask it. good or bad noise, it existed, survived, and was a huge part of your life.

but you,

Dazai Osamu, are probably the quietest person you've ever known.

the only sound you could associate with him was the shutter of a camera taking a picture—the same sound you've been continually hearing.

It was a regular school day, both dressed in full uniform, baking under the bright rays of the morning sun. There wasn't anything particularly wrong about this day. you could pick off the reddening leaves from bark-ridden tree branches and soak in the imprint of tree stumps, looking ever so similar to that of a fingerprint. it was a pretty autumn day; you just so happened to get to see that. you think, taking a withering leaf into the palm of your hand.

shutter.

"osamu, stop taking photos of me." —you chide, gently swatting the pointed camera out of view. the brunette in front of you, currently crouching, laughs boyishly as he removes his face pressed against the camera, gaze now overseeing the autumn sight before him. "sorry," dazai whispers, tinkering with a few buttons to review the photos he took. "you don't have to skip class with me, y'know." he murmurs, eyes glued to his camera.

he was a photographer, a pretty one at that. quiet and mysterious, you were rather surprised to learn that a boy reads fine literature and other classical means. sometimes, he picked up a violin or combined delicate fingers to gracefully waltz with a grand piano. his most prized possession was a camera, freezing the most beautiful of the intricacies of nature and people. but who was he? the boy who read books instead of taking notes in lectures, wavy chocolate brown hair that sun rays adored to find a home in, and a tall and slim build fitted in a school uniform and bandages. to capture the slope of his cheek, the deep hazel in hollow irises, and his olive skin. he was Dazai Osamu, a walking mystery.

so, you'd like to know where you stood with him in terms of relationship and if he even likes you at all. skipping class together, sneaking in your window at night, pretending to hang out with friends if it meant seeing him—it didn’t feel like something close friends did, like he was a secret you wanted to keep for yourself. but you couldn’t tell if that greed was reciprocated, if he was bored, or even considered you a close friend, a best friend. but instead of worrying too much, you only watch how his fingers work with a bulky camera, capturing nature's highs and lows.

“i know,” you twiddle with your fingers, grumbling, “class is boring anyway.” the brunette furrows his brows at the photos, brushing your excuse off, “this is shit. i think i’ve taken enough photos around the school.” he groans softly; you could practically hear his creative mind burning in the process. “did you delete the picture of me?” you question, standing over the lanky boy’s crouched form. “no, that one is good. i mean, the actual background, it's all repetitive.”

you tap a finger on your chim, “ahh,” you hum, pretending to understand his perspective. “winter should be here already.” the teenager grumbles under his breath before letting go of the camera to let it hang off his neck. you pace around slowly, feeling the surface of leaves crushing under your heels. “I mean, you don’t have to stay in school if you’re already skipping class.” you mutter, watching as a boyish grin lights up on his face. “you’re right, [y/n]! let’s go!”

a cold hand wraps his fingers around yours before dragging you to the nearest exit—"dazai!” you whine as the brunette drags you, “it’s cooooolllddddd!” you complain, your scarf nearly falling off as you run and run. hand in hand. this rather rushing feeling brings you a taste of memories you barely remember you had.

no one understood Dazai Osamu,

because he was a prodigy, he was something. something big, something great, something that made other geniuses seethe in envy. the boy had extraordinary intellect but a weak mind. no, dazai wasn't weak. he was just always unwell to a certain degree, and to most, it didn't take much to figure out—wearing long sleeves in summer, loving bandages for the comforting feelings even if he didn't need them, and reading books guiding the suicidal. dazai never hid it—that he was unwell, almost like a cry for help.

but for the genius that he was, nobody understood that.

but you did, in seventh grade. you were sniffling, pacing in remnants of snow as tears blurred your vision. though in your hazy field of sight, you outline the figure of one of your classmates approaching you, his tall frame catching the snowflakes from hitting your face. slowly, a boyish voice calls out.

"...are you okay?"

it was dazai, the stone-faced boy and talented prodigy. he wore a black trenchcoat, a little too big for his figure, and covered one of his chocolate brown eyes with bandages. you shook your head, a throbbing pain added from the tinge of snowflakes collecting in your hair. his stoic gaze never left you, standing there in the middle of a snowstorm, crying. the boy himself couldn't muster a feasible reason for walking outside in a snowstorm at this hour, so out of courtesy and a slight tinge of nervousness, he whispered, "let's go for a walk."

suddenly, nimble fingers reach out to grab yours; your fingers are used to originally wipe snot and cover your face. but dazai had no reaction to anything gross like that—like snot and tears. instead, he took shaky fingers into the cold ones of his own, pulling you gently along the sidewalk. you could barely make out his face or your feelings at the moment, only focused on his broad shoulders covered by that raven trench coat, soaking up snowflakes and the well of your tears.

from there, you walked and walked. hand in hand. soon running together with no particular destination—only feeling your body starting to warm up, sore feet clashing against snow, and his hand that never let go of yours.

Dazai Osamu never knew why you were crying, nor did you know what ever went through his head that day.

but from that moment forward,

you understood him.

soon, you were led by that same hand past pretty autumn leaves and into a foresty meadow, closed off from the rest of the world. several forms of wildlife scrapped by, followed by a murky pond under the sun's wake, surrounded by trees of reds and oranges. it perfectly provided what the school's campus couldn't—a sense of divergence reeling in the soft convolutions of your brain. "pretty, isn't it?"—the brunette chimes, panting from the long distance you two ran. "why'd you do that?" you grumble, rubbing your abdomen from an incoming sharp pain, "don't you have asthma?"

he immediately backtracks, shooting you an unamused glare, "that's.. enough." dazai huffs, before removing the strapped camera around his neck, "here, maybe you can take better pictures than i can." the boy chuckles shyly, a very drastic verbal response than his usual arrogance.

"hmm," a gentle hum slips past your lips, squinting one of your eyes in order to press the machine against your face. "i can try." after scouting the area with his camera for a few seconds, you began to snap a few shots at the darkening lake, carrying several leaves in its wake.

and as you paid full attention to the awaiting winter, dazai's gaze stayed on you, his autumn. his gaze softened and his slightly chapped lips parted in a momentary surprise, taking you in with every breath he took. Dazai himself loved photography; he loved capturing moments that would soon get lost in time. the brunette, with a talent for many things, found solace in photos. he loved to take photos of resting cats, dark sceneries you'd only find in an alleyway of a fantasy novel, and candid pictures of random couples on dates. dazai loved taking photos but detested that he didn't have a camera on hand at the moment—for he wanted to freeze this divine sight of you in the confines of his brain. your face, fingers, the dip and curve of every facial feature, and how the lighting kisses your skin and hair.

"how's it like? being a total genius?"

you were rather familiar with all your classmates, just curiously getting to know the mysterious musical prodigy, dazai osamu. it was a work period, and everyone in class already begun to slack off, especially since there was a supply.

and you knew that the lanky boy was eerily quiet when the school's athletic hotshot, Chuuya Nakahara, wasn't around. so, asking stupid questions won't exactly result in stupid answers, or so you thought.

"why? wanna be like me?" — he smiles teasingly, tilting his sharp jaw in your direction. "don't think someone who cries in the snow can do it, sorry." you freeze up and scoff, slightly embarrassed from the former interaction you had with him. "dick." a peaceful but awkward silence fills the air between both of you before the boy clears his throat awkwardly. "But i'd be willing to talk about it if you let me bother you at lunch.?"

the question itself caught you off guard. looking around at the chattering students, "i—" the brunette backtracked, hiding his face slightly with gauzed fingers. "Actually!—I am going to bother you. you're friends with chuuya, aren't you?" you shrug, eyes fluttering to the ground, "..i guess so, but i don't eat with him or his friends."

A breathless chuckle slips past the prodigy's lips before covering his mouth softly, completely ignoring you, "alright then, see you anyway, crybaby."

he hates himself for not knowing what to do with you, but he loved you more to let hate consume him, like usual. dazai wanted you; he didn't know what yearning was until he saw pieces of you in sunsets, rain and snow. he's felt destiny with his childhood friend, chuuya nakahara. but he's never felt something so desiring, pining — like he wanted to be with you every day. and maybe one of those days he'll feel you without the stupid gauze wrapped around his fingers. maybe one day he can hold your hand without the excuse of dragging you somewhere new. maybe one day, dazai will figure out how to ask you to be his, how to love you, because he's sure you're the one he wants to love.

"ahh, wait.."

you cock a brow at his shocked face, grabbing onto your sleeve as if the prodigy were reaching for the stars.

"I wish I were a painter, instead." the boy pouts, holding your sleeve childishly, pulling a chuckle from your throat, "why is that, huh?"

dazai's eyes, ever so empty and unfilled, now gleam, pretty and gentle. Softly reaching out to part a strand of hair behind the shell of your ear, gazing up at you feverishly. "usually, I'm so prideful about these things, photography.."

The prodigy clears his throat, his fingers threading through soft strands of hair tucked behind your ear. "But your eyes, they are really pretty." Your lips part bashfully surprised, overcoming your ability to move.

The boy continues as if his mouth was switched on autopilot: " So I wish I could paint them instead. I guess just looking works, too, though."

He smiles cheekily.

all you ever knew was noise,

but you, Dazai Osamu, had that kind of silence to keep you awake at night. Whether that'd be holding hands in a snowstorm, or the few moments he'd stare into your eyes.

Little did you know, that was the moment he fell in love. Or rather, the time it took him to realise you don't fall.

That love has grown before you can even realise it.

✧ chocsra™

[undreaming-fanfiction]

You might have noticed that my BigBang still hasn't been posted, but that doesn't mean I haven't been working on it, just like my wonderful artists @mcdadarts and @m00n-arin have. I would like to give you a small teaser before the posting date on February 15th...

My Steddie Corpse Bride drabble seemed to get people interested in more. I heard you and because of that, I proudly announce that my BigBang fanfiction is...

With This Ring

(an excerpt from the first chapter, very reminescent of the drabble I posted over a year ago)

Steve wandered further and further into the forest, kicking at decayed wood and fallen leaves, his mood sour. “You want vows, I’ll give you some,” he muttered and grasped the wedding ring in his hand so tightly it made an imprint into his skin. 

He stomped on a rotten branch, snapping it in half. 

“With this hand, I will punch my father’s perfectly shaved face and get arrested, maybe that would postpone the stupid wedding for a day or two.” 

His foot slipped on a wet patch of moss and he stomped on it in retribution. 

“Your cup will never empty because if you ever marry into my family, alcoholism is the way to go, baby, and wine might not be enough to get through a single dinner with my parents, do you like vodka? You will need vodka.” 

Steve’s suit got caught on a thorny bush and he swore, sending a bunch of nearby crows into a complaining match. He could relate. 

“With this candle, I will set fire to our marriage certificate and set you free, at least for two days or so before our parents bribe someone to re-issue it on a fireproof paper.” 

With that last word, he slipped on moss once again and barely kept his balance, only stopping against a stump of an old oak tree. He remembered spending careless summer afternoons there, in the small clearing with Eddie, laughing and humming tunes that his mind refused to forget. The same ones he still played whenever he could, gripping the memory tight and not letting it go. Eddie might have been gone, but his melodies would stay with Steve forever, no matter how dramatic that sounded. 

The old oak tree used to be a place of comfort for him and Steve really needed some comfort. Uncaring whether his suit trousers would survive the damp and overgrown seating, he slumped down and closed his eyes, sighing. It really felt like his life was over before it had even begun. 

He finally opened his palm to look at the ring, turning it in his fingers. It looked beautiful in the setting sun, gleaming and reflecting the dying rays of light. Such a small thing. Such a commitment. 

“With this ring, I wish someone like you could be mine,” whispered Steve and hung his head down. 

He would have been content sitting in the woods much longer, but several things happened that foiled his plan. 

First, the birds stopped singing and the woods became eerily quiet. 

Second, a strong gust of wind threw several fallen leaves into Steve’s face, obscuring his vision. 

And third – a hand grasped Steve’s ankle and started pulling. 

Steve yelped and tried to run, get away from that icy touch, but to no avail - the grasp of the hand, yep, definitely a hand, not a root or anything, remained firm, although he distantly noticed some of its joints cracking, as if they were finally getting some movement after a long period of stiffness. 

Steve’s escape attempt had him yanked back, spinning around and then everything was a whirl of thick tree crowns, growing shadows and cowing of crows – and then his back hit the forest floor and everything went dark. 

When he came to, he immediately wished he’d remained unconscious for just a little longer. 

The pressure on his ankle was gone, but only because the hand found something better to do – digging. It started removing the soil around and soon another one joined it, loosening the soil…and disappearing into the ground. 

A thud from underneath. The crows were louder and louder, flapping their wings and flying in circles over the clearing. 

Another thud, roots cracking, the whole tree stump shaking and tilting back. 

And with the third one, the roots snapped and those hands were back, but with them a head of messy dark hair, pale skin covered in mud, sticks and patches of moss, faded black clothes and a chain belt, a belt that Steve knew too well, this had to be his punishment, had to be a sign because he still tried to pretend that he hadn’t known from the second the hand with all those gaudy thick rings touched him, but now he couldn’t pretend any longer, the long fingers pushed back all those dirtied strands of hair and Steve was met with the deep eyes that haunted his dreams, the best and the worst ones. Only in those dreams, the eyes had a spark of life in them, the desire to exist, to fight. 

These had none of it. Not anymore. 

Crawling away from the horrifying sight, Steve hissed as something in his ankle snapped and with unexpected clarity, he remembered his recent half-baked plan to break his own leg. Finally, something going according to plan, he thought and felt a hysterical urge to laugh. 

The figure spat out a mouthful of dirt and wiped his face, throwing his head back and letting out a dry, humorless laugh. His skin had a blue tint but, and Steve couldn’t comprehend why his brain would focus on that instead of the actual reanimated corpse in front of him, was surprisingly well-preserved. It would have been a wonderful Halloween costume and maybe others would have doubted, assumed that it was a prank, a sick joke, but Steve saw the undisturbed moss, the unnatural movements of those once graceful limbs, and knew. 

What used to be Eddie leaned down, the clearing quiet except for cracking of joints and Steve’s uneven breathing, and picked up something shiny, something that caught the last ray of the setting sun before shadows enveloped both of them, the living and the dead. It was a ring – the ring that Steve must have dropped right before he fainted. 

“Eddie-“ Steve whispered and he wanted to say so much, ask even more, but the words wouldn’t leave his lips. He just stared at his former friend and the ring he was holding. 

Eddie’s pale lips spread into a wide smile, his dirtied teeth on display. “That for me, Harrington?” he asked, cocking his head to the side as he examined the ring. His voice was rough, parched. “I expected at least one date first, perhaps a dinner. And the ring isn’t really my style. But,” he sighed with theatricality so familiar that it made Steve’s heart ache, “beggars can’t be choosers. Well then, King Steven the first of the House of Harrington…” 

Steve couldn’t speak. He just watched as Eddie slipped the wedding band onto his ring finger. 

“I do.”

The full fic will begin posting on 15th of February, unless the world ends. Or something.

[eldritchweave]

Myrna looked back to the scroll sitting on her makeshift table, purloined parchment, quill, and ink sitting on a downed tree stump. She’d read over the spell scroll’s somatic instructions several times, yet she still couldn’t produce the Ice Knife when she tried.

With a huff of frustration, she dropped down to look over her work again, sitting cross-legged directly on the ground. She’d only just started learning how to pluck the strings of the weave with her will. Arcane studies were something that took time. Finally getting the chance to learn anything at all though was filling Myrna with an excitement teetering on impatience. She appreciated Gale’s willingness to teach her, more than she openly expressed to him yet out of fear for embarrassing herself, but this particular spell wasn’t in his repertoire. He’d shown her how to properly transcribe a spell from a scroll to her meager spellbook, but how was she supposed to learn the actual practice of casting the spell herself?

Her wit was quick, but Myrna had always been a visual and hands-on learner. Reading books about sword technique would never get her anywhere, after all. How could she shift a century worth of learning practice into acquiring knowledge in a new way?    

Looking across camp, she considered admitting defeat. She wasn’t going to ask Gale to waste his time learning the spell just to demonstrate it for her, after all. Why would he even agree to something so ludicrous? Patience was a virtue. She could hold onto the scroll until she advanced further in her arcane studies to acquire the skill needed of learning without assistance.

Unless…

There was one companion in her camp who she had seen cast this spell in battle before: Astarion.

All she needed was to see someone cast it up close, an active demonstration. Yet, thinking of approaching him gave her a moment of pause. The opportunity to be tutored by Gale had come about so naturally, his passion for magic a blaze easily finding the kindling of her long-standing curiosity. To ask Astarion felt like offering him a vulnerability. She wasn’t even confident that he remotely liked her, that well practiced smile leaving even her sharp intuition guessing at his intent.

She was used to being greeted by a sharp tongue if she’s lucky, or by an even sharper blade more oft than not. Despite wanting to see the good in others, the resulting weariness left her inclined to believe she was disliked. If she was lucky, her companions would at least tolerate her long enough to find a way of removing the damned tadpoles.

‘Alright,’ she decided, pushing against her pessimism, ‘worst that happens? He laughs at you. Shoos you away. Just… ask.’

Taking a deep breath, she walked over towards Astarion’s tent on quiet feet.

“Good evening, Astarion. I was wondering if you might be willing to help me with something?”

Unbeknownst to her, the edge of her left hand was covered in still drying ink and there was a small smudge of it on her cheek from where she’d rested her head in her palm while contemplating the spell scroll. As she made her inquiry, her expression showed her uncertainty openly, silver eyes meeting his red.

--

(starter for @astarvion)

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Safety Risks: Dead or dying trees pose serious safety hazards. Falling limbs or complete collapse can lead to injury or property damage.

Curb Appeal: Unkempt or poorly placed trees can reduce the visual appeal of your home or business.

Space Utilization: Removing an unnecessary tree opens up valuable real estate for patios, gardens, or new construction.

Choosing the right professionals for tree removal service in Glendale Arizona ensures that the job is done promptly, safely, and without breaking the bank.

What to Expect From a Quality Tree Removal Service

A reputable team will bring more than just chainsaws. Look for services that offer:

Comprehensive Evaluation: The crew should assess the health, size, and positioning of the tree before any cutting begins.

Clear Pricing Structure: No hidden fees. A truly affordable service gives upfront quotes and options to match your budget.

Permitting Help: Some areas in Glendale may require permits for large or protected trees. A good company will assist with the paperwork.

Clean-Up Included: Tree removal is messy. Top-rated crews include full debris removal and stump grinding in the service package.

These are non-negotiables for any efficient tree removal service in Glendale Arizona.

Common Scenarios That Call for Fast Tree Removal

Timing is everything when a tree becomes a liability. Here are a few instances when immediate action is key:

After a Monsoon Storm: Arizona’s summer storms can wreak havoc. Broken branches or uprooted trees need immediate attention.

Visible Rot or Decay: If mushrooms or hollow trunks are present, the tree may already be unstable.

Overgrowth Near Structures: Roots invading foundations or limbs reaching power lines require fast mitigation.

Insect Infestations: Infested trees spread pests quickly—don’t wait for the rest of your yard to suffer.

Speed combined with affordability makes a huge difference in these urgent moments.

What Sets Local Services Apart

Hiring a company familiar with Arizona’s native tree species and climate is invaluable. Local experts understand:

Desert Tree Biology: Removing an ironwood tree takes different knowledge than removing a palm or pine.

Soil and Root Behavior: Arizona’s clay-heavy soils impact how tree roots spread and anchor.

Seasonal Timing: The best times to cut and remove trees vary based on Glendale’s unique climate patterns.

This local know-how ensures that your tree removal service in Glendale Arizona is not only fast but also precise and efficient.

Final Thoughts: Affordable Doesn’t Mean Low-Quality

It’s a myth that budget-friendly services must compromise on quality. In fact, many of Glendale’s best tree removal providers offer:

Flexible scheduling

Emergency services

Eco-friendly disposal methods

Outstanding customer reviews

So, if you’re dealing with a tree that’s become more burden than blessing, don’t delay. Call in the pros for a tree removal service in Glendale Arizona that delivers speed, affordability, and peace of mind—all in one neat package.

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How to Choose the Right Tree Service Company Near You in West Palm Beach

Choosing the right tree service company can be a daunting task, especially when you're surrounded by an array of options in vibrant West Palm Beach. With numerous services available, ranging from routine maintenance to emergency tree removal, it’s essential to find a reliable and professional tree service that meets your specific needs. This comprehensive guide will help you navigate the process of selecting the right tree service company near you.

Understanding Tree Services in West Palm Beach What Does a Tree Service Company Do?

Tree service companies provide a range of services related to the health and maintenance of trees. These include:

Tree Trimming and Pruning: Regular trimming ensures that your trees remain healthy and aesthetically pleasing. Tree Removal: Sometimes, trees may need to be removed due to disease or safety concerns. Stump Grinding: After a tree is cut down, the stump may remain; grinding it down can enhance your landscape. Emergency Services: Severe weather can lead to dangerous situations; many companies offer 24/7 emergency services. Why Are Tree Services Important?

In Florida’s lush environment, maintaining your trees is crucial for several reasons:

Health of Your Landscape: Proper care contributes to vibrant gardens and yards. Safety Concerns: Dead or dying trees pose risks during storms or high winds. Aesthetic Value: Well-maintained trees enhance property value and curb appeal. How to Choose the Right Tree Service Company Near You in West Palm Beach Researching Local Tree Services

When beginning your search for a reliable tree service in West Palm Beach, start with local research. Use online platforms to find companies that are highly rated in your area. Websites like Yelp and Google Reviews can provide insights https://wiki-quicky.win/index.php/Why_Regular_Fertilization_is_Key_for_Thriving_Trees_in_Florida%E2%80%99s_Climate into customer experiences.

Checking Qualifications and Certifications

Before hiring any tree service, verify their qualifications:

Ensure they are licensed and insured. Look for certifications from recognized organizations like the International Society of Arboriculture (ISA).

These qualifications indicate professionalism and adherence to industry standards.

Evaluating Experience

Experience matters significantly in the tree service industry. Companies with years of experience are likely to handle various situations effectively. Ask potential contractors about their previous work, especially similar projects in West Palm Beach.

Obtaining Multiple Estimates

Never settle for the first estimate you receive. Contact multiple companies for quotes on their services before making a decision. This not only gives you an understanding of average costs but also helps gauge each company's professionalism based on their responses.

Understanding Pricing Structures

It's essential to understand how pricing works within the tree service sector:

Some companies charge by the hour while others may offer flat rates. Be wary of unusually low estimates—these can sometimes indicate subpa

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Why Choose Arborist Huffman for Palm Tree Stump Removal?

Certified and experienced arborists

Quick, efficient, and eco-friendly removal

State-of-the-art equipment for precise work

Affordable pricing with upfront estimates

Fully insured and licensed for your protection

Don’t waste your weekend battling with heavy equipment or dangerous chemicals. Let the experts at Arborist Huffman handle everything safely and efficiently, giving you back your beautiful, clean outdoor space.

📞 Contact us today to schedule your professional palm tree stump removal!

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All Sydney Tree Services

Introduction

Welcome to All Sydney Tree Services, your trusted partner in comprehensive tree care and maintenance. With years of experience and a team of certified arborists, we are dedicated to preserving the beauty and health of your trees while ensuring the safety and aesthetics of your property.

How We Work?

Step – 1.  Initial Consultation & Site Assessment

Conduct a thorough site assessment to evaluate the condition of the trees, soil, and surrounding environment

Step – 2. Service Proposal

Provide the client with a detailed proposal outlining the recommended services, costs, and timeline. This may include tree pruning, removal, stump grinding, or other specialized services.

Step – 3. Tree Removal

If necessary, safely remove trees that are dead, diseased, or pose a risk to the property. This involves cutting down the tree in sections and ensuring it is done without causing damage to the surrounding area.

Step – 4. Clean-Up and Disposal

Clean up all debris, branches, and wood chips from the site. Properly dispose of or recycle the materials as needed.

Why choose us?

Expertise and Experience: Our team of certified arborists brings extensive knowledge and experience to every project, ensuring the highest standards of tree care. Safety and Professionalism: We prioritize safety in all our operations, using advanced equipment and techniques to protect your property and our team. Customer Satisfaction: We are committed to providing exceptional customer service, working closely with you to understand your needs and deliver tailored solutions. Sustainable Practices: We are dedicated to promoting environmental sustainability through responsible tree care practices that enhance the health and longevity of your trees.

What We Offer

1. No Hidden Fees                            2. Free Estimates

3. Quality Care                                  4. Safety & Reliability

Our Services

Hedging

We specialize in providing expert hedging services to maintain and enhance the beauty                   and functionality of your landscape. Our skilled team is dedicated to delivering precise and professional hedge care, ensuring your property remains attractive and well-maintained year-round.

2. Tree Pruning

Regular pruning and trimming are essential for maintaining the health and aesthetics of your trees. Our skilled arborists carefully remove dead or overgrown branches to promote healthy growth, enhance tree structure, and ensure safety around your property.

3. Palm Tree Removal & Pruning

Our experienced team performs palm tree removal with precision and care, ensuring minimal disruption to your property. We handle everything from planning to cleanup, leaving your landscape neat and tidy.

4. Tree Removal

we offer professional and reliable tree removal services to ensure the safety, health, and aesthetic appeal of your property. Whether it's a hazardous tree, a tree damaged by storms, or an unwanted tree affecting your landscape, our team of certified arborists is equipped to handle all your tree removal needs with precision and care.

5.  Stump Grinding

Utilizing powerful stump grinders, we efficiently reduce tree stumps to wood chips, eliminating tripping hazards and unsightly remnants. Complete removal of stumps to prevent regrowth and pests. Restoring your yard space for landscaping or other uses.

6.  Land Clearing

we specialize in comprehensive land clearing services designed to prepare your property for construction, landscaping. Our team of experienced arborists and technicians uses advanced equipment and techniques to efficiently remove trees, shrubs, and debris, ensuring a clean, cleared space ready for your next project.

7.  Wood Chip Mulch

we provide high-quality wood chip mulch services to enhance the health and appearance of your landscape. Our mulch, sourced from sustainably recycled tree materials, offers numerous benefits for your garden and plants. Trust our team of experts to deliver and apply mulch that enriches your soil, conserves moisture, and adds a natural aesthetic to your property.

8.  24/7 Emergency Services

we understand that tree emergencies can occur at any time, posing immediate risks to your property and safety. Our 24/7 emergency tree services are designed to provide rapid and effective response to urgent situations, ensuring your property is safe and secure. Whether it's storm damage, fallen trees, or hazardous branches, our team of skilled arborists is ready to assist you around the clock.

Contact us for all your questions and opinions, or you can solve your problems in a shorter time with our contact offices. Call All Sydney Tree Services now at 0435 353 435.

Visit a Website :- https://allsydneytreeservices.com.au/

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Keeping Kathleen's Trees Healthy and Beautiful with Florida Green Tree, LLC

In Kathleen, FL, our community knows the value of a well-maintained landscape and the role healthy trees play in it. That's where we, at Florida Green Tree, LLC, come in. We're dedicated to providing top-notch tree services to keep your green spaces looking great and your trees in perfect health.

Our team has a deep understanding of the specific needs of trees in Kathleen. Whether it's the majestic oaks or the delicate palm trees, we have the expertise to care for them all. We offer a wide range of services, including tree removal, trimming, pruning, and stump grinding, to ensure that your trees are not just surviving but thriving.

Tree removal is a service we take very seriously. We understand it's sometimes necessary for safety reasons or to prevent disease from spreading to healthy trees. Our skilled arborists carefully plan and execute each removal, ensuring the safety of your property and the surrounding area.

Trimming and pruning are vital for maintaining the health and appearance of your trees. These services help remove dead or dying branches, allow for better air circulation, and promote new growth. Our team knows exactly how and when to trim each type of tree to achieve the best results.

Stump grinding is the final step in fully removing a tree from your property. We ensure that the stump is ground down below ground level, leaving a clean, safe space that's ready for whatever you have planned next.

At Florida Green Tree, LLC, we're fully licensed, insured, and certified, so you can trust us to handle your tree care needs with professionalism and expertise. We're proud to serve the Kathleen community and help keep our neighborhood's natural beauty shining through.

4If you're in Kathleen, FL, and need professional tree services, look no further than Florida Green Tree, LLC. Let us help you keep your trees healthy, safe, and beautiful. Contact us today at: https://floridagreentree.com.

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5 Vital Questions to Ask Tree Loppers Before Hiring

Homeowners are always searching for ways to improve the looks of their homes inside and outside. And when it comes to the latter, do not be surprised if you see them hiring tree loppers Sydney services. They need the expertise and skills of tree professionals to ensure that their trees are taken care of by the right people. If you are interested but do not know how or where to look for one, here are some questions you can ask to help you start:

Can You Provide References?

What other people say about the tree professionals matters because it is how you will know them better. Sadly, some companies can only be good to their clients at the start. But once the project is done, they do not care about after sales anymore. Do not let yourself be a victim of one and ask this question. If you are uncomfortable or shy to ask, there is no harm in searching the internet. Many people spend their time on social media, and you can also use it to learn more.

How Many Years of Experiences Do You Have?

Another question you need to ask is their years of experience. It is how you will see if they are knowledgeable, skilled, and experienced enough to do the job. If they have been in the industry for years, you can safely say that they have encountered different tree issues before, and yours might not be an exemption. Understanding what your tree is going through is a good sign that they know what they are doing, and they can help your tree recover.

However, as a client, you also need to prepare yourself for the bad news. No matter how experienced a tree lopper is, if the condition of your tree is severe and cannot be fixed anymore, you need to keep an open mind and not push the professionals to do something they cannot do.

What Services Do You Offer?

Trees can experience different problems, so a tree professional must offer various services that can cover those. Ask this question to the tree lopper to see if they are the ones you are looking for. Understanding the differences in their services can help you choose the company that can touch your tree. Here are some offers you may find helpful:

Tree Removal - if your tree is already dead and nothing can fix it, tree removal might be the solution to avoid worsening the condition.

Onsite Mulching and Chipping - these services are for landscaping and tree care. Mulching is more for moisture retention and improved soil quality. The purpose of chipping is to recycle wood waste and erosion control.

Stump Grinding - this practice removes the tree stump to avoid attracting pests and improve your landscape.

Tree Pruning - it keeps your tree healthy and strong.

Problem Palms - as the term states, it focuses on palm trees and fixing the issues they are experiencing.

What Safety Measures Do You Follow?

Whatever service you get, always ask questions that concern safety. You will know what they will do if something happens, making you gain their trust or hinting that you need to look for another company. Understanding what they need to do will give you enough time to decide how they do their job and if they care about the well-being of their tree loppers and clients.

Can You Provide a Written Estimate?

A written estimate is important in every service you will get. It is where you will see every deal you have agreed with the company, especially the cost and the inclusions of the offer. If there are mistakes, you can point them out and have them changed. Be patient enough to read and comprehend them to avoid mistakes. Once you sign the papers and submit them, there is no turning back.

Asking questions is necessary. There is no harm in doing it, especially if you are dealing with the company for the first time. It will help ease your worries and learn more about the service and the tree loppers. Choosing the right people for your tree will give you peace of mind without risking your property and finances.

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Choosing the Right Tree Removal Service Near You

Whether a tree on your property has become dangerous or you simply want more light, hiring professionals for tree removal is often the best option. While some pruning jobs can be done DIY, full removals require significant safety precautions, equipment and expertise. Here are key factors to consider when choosing the right tree removal service near you.

Credentials and Experience

Look for a company that has been in business for several years and has an established, positive reputation. Ask if they are certified by organizations like the International Society of Arboriculture or hold ISA certifications. Experienced arborists have the knowledge and skills to safely and effectively remove trees of various sizes and species. They understand local rules, regulations and permit requirements.

Safety Record

Tree removal work can be inherently dangerous. Check if the company carries worker’s compensation insurance and general liability insurance in case of damage to property or injury. Ask how they ensure the safety of employees, your property and nearby structures. A good service has a strong track record of removing trees without collateral impacts.

Equipment

Tree removals require specialized aerial lifts, stump grinders, wood chippers and other tools. Larger companies will have invested in the latest equipment. Ask what tools they use and how they will access very tall trees. Confirm if they bring their own equipment or will rely on rentals.

Experience with Your Tree Type

Tree species like oaks, pines and palms require different techniques for safe and thorough removal. Experienced companies know the specific challenges of different tree types common in your area and how to prepare the remaining landscape. Ask if they have experience with the type of tree you want removed.

Waste Disposal and Site Restoration

A thorough removal addresses disposal of branches, chips, stumps and debris. Reputable companies will haul everything away, avoid damage to lawn and landscaping, and restore the bare areas post-removal. Confirm how they will dispose of tree parts and restore your property after the job.

References and Reviews

Request references from past residential or commercial clients the company has worked with locally. Check online reviews and ask about the company’s reputation within the community. Past performance is a good indicator of the quality and thoroughness of their work.

Cost and Permits

Request a detailed quote that breaks down fees for equipment use, hauling, cleanup, permits and other costs. Compare rates from multiple companies. Confirm if the company will secure any required city permits or if that is your responsibility.

In conclusion, choosing a fully licensed, insured and experienced tree removal service near you provides the expertise, specialized equipment and comprehensive restoration needed for a safe and successful removal. Following the tips above will help you choose the right professional company for your unique project needs. So hire tree removal services near me.

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For all that she'd like to think that what Ben says is true, she knows it's not. She was not there to comfort and support him when he lost his brother. She'd not even heard the news from his family. And that serves to remind her that while her heart has been as steadfast as the years have waned, that maybe she doesn't know this Ben, the man rather than the boy, and that she needs to relent. Give him space to breath. To have better care of his thoughts as heavy as they are. She feels him flinch despite there being no twitch of muscle beneath her fingers. No blot of shame colours her perception of him. If anything she cannot help but notice how he seems to be a granite boulder amidst the bone-aching winter white. Would that she could bring life back into him but she suspects he's half in his grave already, spirit sheared away by circumstances that not even the Lord provides armour against. It's a wonder that he's tolerated her for this long. When he turns, she is soft as he needs her to be. Her face feels stiff where tears have dried in the cold leaving behind an almost silver sheen. She gives his fingers a squeeze where they are plaited with her own. She shakes her head to decline his sincerity. "There is no cause for there to be enmity between us. And I cannot make myself accept an offense that you've not given." He is no happier in her gaze than he had been in her thoughts and all of her wishes only to wrap him in an embrace. To let him weep his every sorrow. To share some of the burden if not remove it completely. If she knows him as well as she likes to think, he'd never allow for that. He does not enjoy the varied currents of life; they disorient his sense of self and his place in the world. Where she is a falcon soaring on wings of imagined freedom, he is mountains and he is earth; humble and solid. But with lonely aeries few can manage to scale. It breaks her heart. She allows him to settle her onto the tree stump. It must have been felled by an autumn storm for she can see no signs of hatchet work. Wood is a prized commodity in the harsh climes of winter's embrace, but not the only one so desperately needed. She makes note of more things to send for to help supply the camp and make up for the resources that she herself consumes. His kiss is too brief to properly savour but it warms her until he returns. "I should be so pleased I am accompanied by such a skilled hunter. I do wonder if perhaps you're going to turn your hand to whaling with Caleb, or toward the fur trade when the war is over. And it will, Ben if you'll hold that close to heart. Allow it to warm your heart and fill your belly." Ben is a Knight-Errant as he kneels before her. Chapped cheeks call out to her and she reaches for one, offering the warm softness of her palm for its soothing. "I trust you with the depth and breadth of me," she murmurs. There is no lie to be found in her quietude and words. A hint of a smile threatens to curve her lips because the impropriety of his actions and the emotional turbulence that it must cause him. She wonders if he were subject to the same sorts of morality tales from his father as she and Andrew had received from their priest. She also wonders if he'd fall stone dead if she asked him in the plainest words. His hands do not register at first when he takes hold of her foot, and then he's gifted a sharp hiss from between her teeth as pins and needles pierce her flesh along with warmth and sensation. She would have given anything in the moment or made any bargain if she could know his ministrations when she was not half frozen and near incapable of truly enjoying the feel of him. Fortunately, winter's bite have done no lasting damage beyond making her skin a berry red. Layers of skirt have prevented the worst of it. The twisted ankle swells and she will have a rough few days of recovery but she is still hale.

"My oath to God, but if you pray forgiveness once more I shall shamelessly tell one and all who will listen that I had you at my mercy and you lost our game. And you know I will do it, Benjamin." She would not, but she can't bear his dour self-recrimination. She braces herself with her other hand on his broad shoulder and pushes herself onto her feet. Hellion that she is, she gazes at him brazenly as she lifts her skirts and adjusts her stocking, tying its ribbon against her sleek little thigh. She dares him to drink in the sight. "Though perhaps you'd like to ensure it will not fall, because I can't be trusted to dress myself." She is only faintly disappointed when he insists they return.

There was always a peaceful quiet with every snowfall; tranquil, open, boundless, and yet as Benjamin stood there in defeat, shivering and refusing to face the woman he'd wronged, that quiet suddenly grew deafening and he squeezed his eyes shut, willing the accusing voices in his heart to silence. But then Beth's hand was suddenly on his arm and breath once more returned to his lungs, icy and needling into his chest.

There was a plaintive quality to her touch. Without looking at her, he could sense the heartbreak and wide-eyed desperation in her gaze, the unspoken plea cutting into him far worse than any blade.

"P-please…forgive me," she begged. "I meant none of it. Surely you know that, ma chuisle."

A stabbing ache formed at the back of his throat, and swallowing around the painful lump, Benjamin slowly turned to regard her, his own vision blurring as he caught hold of her hand on his arm. Gently, he intertwined their fingers. "I'm sorry," he whispered. I don't know what's wrong with me. "You know there's nothing to forgive...not ever. Not with you."

Fearful, he appraised her for any signs of visible harm, wondering if amidst his violent passions, he'd hurt her. As a boy, Benjamin had regarded young women like Anna Smith Strong with sensual curiosity, but never Elizabeth Riley -- never his friend -- and with his pulse fluttering madly in his throat, he drew her hand to rest over his heart. He didn't like change. Beth was a constant in his life, a rock and a solid oak, and to have her seem different and his feelings unsteady made him far worse than a sailor without his bearings.

"Let's get you seated," Benjamin suggested. "I want to retrace our steps to see if I can find your shoe..." Without waiting for a proper response, he took Beth by the elbows and steered her until she was seated upon a nearby stump. Once he'd pressed an apologetic kiss to her knuckles, earnest and yearnful, he began his search.

--

It took about ten minutes before he found both her stocking and shoe. Cheeks wind-kissed and ravished by the cold, Benjamin could scarcely hold her gaze as he presented to her his find.

Genuflecting, he explained, "Forgive me -- you know I would never ask, but I must insist..." Here, he shakily lifted the hem of her skirts, a strong dizziness taking over as he cupped her foot and started rubbing it between his palms in brisk, rough little circles. Her skin was cold to the touch -- freezing -- and fearfully, he prayed that no damage had been done to her toes. So many in camp had fallen prey to frostbite, and he could not allow the same to happen to her, propriety be damned.

Slowly, snow seeped beneath his left knee band while he continued kneeling, bleeding into his clothing while he fetched her stocking. Limbs jittery, he carefully eased Beth's foot into the woolen garment, and then fumblingly slid the fabric up over the gentle curve of her calf. The flash of skin was brief, but just enough to leave him dizzy and reeling. He dared not do the rest -- it would be obscene of him to tie the stocking around her thigh -- so instead, he lifted her shoe and slid it back upon her dainty foot. Earnest and apologetic, he gently skimmed his thumb over her ankle in a rueful stroke -- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this is all my fault, I'm sorry -- and as he lifted his eyes to hers, he softly encouraged, "Let's get you back."

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How to remove a palm tree stump DIY guide

How to remove a palm tree stump DIY guide

If your yard possesses a palm tree stump you might be considering getting rid of it, and rightfully so. In order to remove the stump in a more financially effective way you may even be thinking of doing it yourself. So, here is everything you need to know about how to remove a palm tree stump in our DIY guide. Benefits that come from removing a palm tree stump: The first benefit that comes from…

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Replaying Nancy Drew without Cheating - Part 9: Secret of Shadow Ranch

Loving this game is sooo diametrically opposed to who I am to my core (i.e. anti-horse girl), but I just CANNOT help myself. It’s so good. As a former Arizona gal myself, I am enamored with the setting, swept away by the romantic story of Frances Humber and Dirk Valentine’s forbidden love, and love staring a little too long at Dave’s sculpted ass at the chicken coop. I feel like this game is near perfect and I have very few complaints, despite the fact that I actually despise Shorty Thurmond with every fiber of my being. I haven’t hated a character this much since the days of yore, when Louis Chandler’s punchable face and droning voice haunted my nightmares. I have new nightmare fodder now - but I am very appreciative that at least it harkens back to The Shining, which is one of my favorite horror movies of all time.

God, my skin is crawling even just looking at that photo.

Okay, the real question here: was I tempted to cheat playing this game? The answer is no. I am thinking that between DDI, which I recently finished, and SHA, because I have not felt the need to look up any hints, probably just indicates that these are games that I have re-played most often. There was not any moment where I wasn’t sure what I needed to do next; in fact, I’ve come to realize that not playing along with a walkthrough (which I frequently have done) really does you an injustice as a player. It removes the element of immersion, so now, I was actually able to follow the storyline and really appreciate how well-fleshed out the game is. It just FEELS like they put some time into this one, if that makes any sense. It is enough to make me overlook the fact that I am terrified of horses and would never be caught dead riding one solo through the desert in real life.

Here are my thoughts:

1. This was THE FIRST game with this new interface, and it brings a whole new feel to Nancy Drew. The screen is larger, you feel more like you ARE Nancy. With that, of course, came some issues that would eventually be worked out, such as needing to deliberately close your bag every single time you pulled something out of it...made it feel a bit clunky. However, the changes’ good definitely outweighs their bad, and it was fun to feel like I was part of the next generation of HerInteractive.

2. Anyone else wondering how there are so many sticks just laying around, considering the fact that there are no trees on the ranch, and hardly any trees in that desert at all? I’ve never thought of this before, but I think these people would probably be buying firewood in town irl, not just finding it hanging around the yard.

3. Dave is obviously hot, and I have thought this since my childhood, but TEX is a smokeshow. Damn, those deep, rugged voices get me every time (lest we forget my concerning childhood crush on Dexter Egan). Mary Yazzie is a lucky lady, especially since I am inferring from this poster that Tex is very well-endowed. Girth is definitely rife with sexual innuendo. Remember, I know nothing about horses, and some people are reading this and palming their faces, but this is head cannon for me now.

4. Shorty is probably the dumbest culprit ever. I knew it was him back in the day as soon as I saw his stupid maps. The constant beration over his underripe vegetables and the elusive chicken eggs only further drove my hatred for him (without hints in this playthrough - I got thrown out of the house THREE times for picking the wrong vegetables. THREE!!). Shorty’s refusal to do his own job, his gross bald head, the fact that I for some reason have to rely on him every single day for water, him and/or his bank robber friends leaving the key for Nancy to escape from the jail cell within 3 minutes of coming to...I could go on. He is as dumb as a stump.

5. The look on Dave’s and Tex’s faces in this scene is hilarious. We can all relate. Even though lamb ragout sounds really good and I would take it over a burger any day, I have a hard time agreeing when he says that Dave and Tex’s taste buds are as sophisticated as a sand flea’s. This man made me bake a cake myself while he stood at the stove, stiff as a taxidermied bear, stirring at nothing in a pot for 12 hours a day, so I have my doubts as to his talent in the kitchen. “I must confess the man has NO TALENT.”

6. LOVED Dry Creek. It was so creepy that I really did feel nervous whenever I had to go out there, as if the sense of isolation of that town was seeping into me through the screen. Very cool spot. Getting locked in that jail cell was super exciting gameplay too. I give Shorty shit for leaving that key on the hook there, but in this playthrough I definitely knocked the key off the wall and into the floor hole about 4 times before I finally remembered about lassoing the chair. Who’s the dumb one now??

7. This magnet puzzle made me want to kill myself. Ultimately, I just randomly put each piece in each spot until they locked in, since I never did see the pamphlet in Mary’s shop. I thought there would be a better explanation out there as to why the wood pieces are there the first 10ish times you open it, and disappear on the 11thish. Has any game ever just inexplicably taken pity on you like this before? I am trying to think about whether or not I have ever realized that the game does this, or if this is the first time, since every other time I would have solved it the first time I opened it by following a very explicit walkthrough. I do like finding these weird little quirks, which I would never have found if not for this initiative.

8. The WORST puzzle though, not because it was hard but because it was so fucking annoying, was the game inside of Cappy’s after you put in Frances’s cousin’s ring. I had 2 tokens going in, both of which I had gotten playing the original game making a series bad guys with the token from the roadrunner game, and they were quickly gone as I lost twice in a row. I then proceeded to have to go back and play that roadrunner game SEVEN MORE TIMES!! in order to get more tokens to win a game that was purely luck. OMFG. I now have all 3 levels of that roadrunner game memorized. I will likely never forget them. And honestly, cheating wouldn’t have even made this easier.

9. And finally, Dave’s shit-eating grin in this photo at the end of the game, as he watches a mysterious Nancy cloaked in a physically impossible shadow. 

Excellent game. Maybe my favorite so far. Who’s ready to follow along with me as I shit myself in fear as Ethel lurks in the shadows of Blackmoor Manor?