Another tree, a cherry, was being decimated, this one in the garden of a house at the end of the street. I asked the men if I could have some logs and they gave me the whole tree trunk, sawn into manageable chunks, pleased to get it off their hands. John spent some time chopping them up this afternoon like a mad axe man, while I sat by the fire listening to the thwacking. Now we have a great pile of logs seasoning in the cellar. Most satisfying.
4 comments:
Lovely! Splitting logs is a most rewarding pastime. Do you ever do any whittling with your green wood?
An open fire in the East End! You are so lucky!
Lucy
Shame about the tree being lopped, but lucky you. Fruit woods often smell as they burn... lovely.
Alas, no whittling here. Green wood is quite a rare commodity in this neck of the woods. Mind you, given the right equipment and a length of willow or hazel, I could have a decent bash at making clothes pegs.
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