trunks

nice trunks, eh?

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but, no, those are not the trunks on topic today.  today it's the tree trunk, the kind seen scattered in catalogs, topping out pinboards and popping up in a plethora of postings in the diy blogiverse.

my, aren't those stumps the rage?

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does this rage have you peering at a fallen tree in the woods differently now?

that tree is no longer a hazard to a blind bear or a bevy of joy for the beavers.  no, no, no!

as i saunter (yes, i saunter so ZIP it) about on our winding, wooded roads with my dogs in tow,  i spy potential side tables, upcoming wall shelving, future table bases and even cushy overflow seating (yes, it's true) withering away in the elements.

wait, is that back pain hovering over there beside the dark tree on the right?  yes, sadly, it is.

if only trees were
                              easy-peasy, lemon-squeezy


to cut,
to lift,
to carry,
to plane,
to balance,
to freshen,
to smooth.

to finish.

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see?  told ya about the cushy-cushy overflow stools.  i do not lie....'cept down.


then there's the stop-me-in-my-tracks mitchell gold+ and bob williams interpretation... a balance of  natural roughness juxtaposed with contrived perfection.

(hmmm... sounds like some people i know.)

have i mentioned the mitchell gold + bob williams outlet is a mere 193 miles from our future NC home?  seems a waste for me to sweat chop and heave plane when mitch + bob have accurately chopped and smoothly planed for me.

this one is best left to the big guys, dontcha think?

still, to all you "little guys" who tackled the timber and treated it to a refreshed role as table... or, in truth, a treasure... i send oodles of accolades.

i will also send a check should you have a refreshed stump rooting 'round for new digs.