I’m blessed to have a stand of Osage that probably had something to do with being a hedgerow once along the north border of our land in Richland, Michigan. My brain hurts to hear it disappearing as firewood when it is so cool as lumber. It also makes great long bows, if you can find a straight section. Great hardwood. Once in awhile the road commission decides that one of my trees is leaning too much and they mark it to be taken down, as it is right along the road. I have to rush out there and get it down before they do because they chop it into firewood. I would prefer to get it on my sawmill. But you’re blessed if you can find it!
