I have had a life long love affair with wood. I am reborn being in the woods, especially hardwoods (add snow and I am floating on air), I love the smell of it-burning, being chopped, sawed,,standing, the sound of it, the feel of it. Splitting wood, since I was a teenager, is therapeutic to me. I recovered from a broken heart in high school while splitting more wood than my folks could use-thank goodness there was plenty needing splitting as I am rather morose and dramatic when it comes to love loss.
There was a national television show about wood in Norway a few winters back and a book about it that was quite popular in Scandanavia; I can relate.
So this weekend, we went from this
to this
