Cypress Stumps from Cotton House

Once upon a time, there was a building out back of my house. When cotton was King, cotton was weighed and stored there. At one time it may have been slave quarters. In Grandpa's day, he used it to brew wine from his own grapevines. For the last 28 years it has been storage. Damaged by Hurricane Fran in 1996, it leaned, fell off it's cypress stump supports, and gave way to reuse of boards and tin roof in other repairs and applications. Two cypress stumps, and the center of a third, grace my front flower beds as a monument to an ancient building that no longer stands. Here's to the Cotton House! And here are two of my Cypress Stumps.