I have a habit of beating myself up when chores I know I need to do don't get done. Last year, all my wood was carried up to the covered terrace for me and stacked nicely by the neighbors. I knew that was not a possibility this season. I had grand plans for what I would do and how I would handle it. Before I could get to it, rains set in and my wood sat in the drive under two long, huge tarps to protect it. I still had some on the terrace, so if it rained and I couldn't get down with the trolley...I was fine.
As I've been going up and down and back and forth over this season, I realized that I had missed the "communing" I do with the wood. I have always enjoyed the interesting shapes, varieties of moss, and textures.
This year's batch is particularly interesting since it is a completely different cut than ever before. These cuts lend themselves to being even more artistic than usual.
I've discovered when the "sliced" cedar is wet, it is some of the prettiest wood I've ever seen. It reminds me of the cedar chest I had that had been my Nannie's. This morning, the frost provided another whole event.
It's beauty took my breath away.
As I oohed and aahed and took my photos, I was grateful for this chore that had been left undone.
Happy Thursday!
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