avalancher
Arboristsite Raconteur
I was sitting here at my workbench, sharpening up my chains getting ready to head out to a new cutting area this morning. the woodstove is pumping out the heat from last years woodpile, my faithful labrador asleep on her piece of carpet, and I really began to wonder. Does life get any better than this?
A new place to cut, been told there are piles of oak to be taken, the owner of the sawmill will be glad for someone to haul off the large pile of culls.Just imagining what I will find when I get there.
My chains are razor sharp, fuel and air filters have been checked, and the saws are ready to go. The morning is brisk, in the low 30s this morning.I have the day off away from the phone ringing off the hook.
Not often a romantic, but does life ever bring any more satisfaction than when you are sinking your bar into wood, heating your home with the results of your effort, and the tired shoulders that you have at the end of the day?
Where else can you find the enjoyment?
I know that I havent found it anywhere else.
But life as I know it, right here in this cozy little workshop, preparing for a day of cutting, doesnt get any better.
Life is good.
A new place to cut, been told there are piles of oak to be taken, the owner of the sawmill will be glad for someone to haul off the large pile of culls.Just imagining what I will find when I get there.
My chains are razor sharp, fuel and air filters have been checked, and the saws are ready to go. The morning is brisk, in the low 30s this morning.I have the day off away from the phone ringing off the hook.
Not often a romantic, but does life ever bring any more satisfaction than when you are sinking your bar into wood, heating your home with the results of your effort, and the tired shoulders that you have at the end of the day?
Where else can you find the enjoyment?
I know that I havent found it anywhere else.
But life as I know it, right here in this cozy little workshop, preparing for a day of cutting, doesnt get any better.
Life is good.