The agony of it all. Each day this week a fresh cut oak wood pile has been mocking me. It sits there on my way to work and on my way home, just daring me to take a piece.
Or maybe it is calling me like a siren's song - "please take me before they haul me to the mulcher!"
The pile has become shorter. A few of the small pieces have been scavenged for firewood. Today I did a slow driveby/scouting mission just thinking "If I only take one piece it will hardly take up too much space in the garage (I mean studio)". The same garage that has no floorspace left. But it's kinda like a box of chocolates. You can't just take one and ignore the others. There is a nice bent piece there which could easily become a few bowls or boxes.
And the worst of it is.....this is spring! More woodpiles will be appearing as the tree trimmers make their relentless assault into our neighborhood. The temptation is great, yet so far I still have a full garage.
Or maybe it is calling me like a siren's song - "please take me before they haul me to the mulcher!"
The pile has become shorter. A few of the small pieces have been scavenged for firewood. Today I did a slow driveby/scouting mission just thinking "If I only take one piece it will hardly take up too much space in the garage (I mean studio)". The same garage that has no floorspace left. But it's kinda like a box of chocolates. You can't just take one and ignore the others. There is a nice bent piece there which could easily become a few bowls or boxes.
And the worst of it is.....this is spring! More woodpiles will be appearing as the tree trimmers make their relentless assault into our neighborhood. The temptation is great, yet so far I still have a full garage.