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New
stone walls hold exuberant plantings of hostas, ferns, and hydrangeas
and seem to ground the house, like a visible foundation. But the most
drastic step was also the most important. "We put ribbons around
the trees we wanted to come down," MacDonald says. "Before we
knew it, we had marked 60 trees. Everybody told us, "You can't do
that; that's mass killing." When we were finished, they said, 'Wow,
what a fabulous thing you've done.'" The house is now full of light,
surrounded but not engulfed by trees. Clearing the property yielded room
for a generous stone terrace with a fire pit, allowing for cocktails outside
well into fall. And ther's an unobstructed view down to the boathouse,
which MacDonald is converting, with Cassidy and Tet's help, into another
spot–this one right on the water–for roaring fires, alfresco
meals with views of the Berkshires, and warm night lulled to sleep by
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