This is it right here: "Being in the woods and putting together the puzzle of a forest is one of the greatest experiences and feelings I can imagine." The puzzle, the pattern. I sincerely believe the closer we attune to this pattern, prioritizing it over every other pattern sold at present, the more meaningful and healthful every aspect of life becomes.
When I lived in my cabin (before the wildfire got us) we heated mostly by woodstove. I was always on the lookout for firewood. I never felled trees but did plenty of splitting and stacking. There’s nothing like the smell and feel of a real wood fire! Great post Jesse.
Sam already quoted the excerpt from this that hit me. So much thought can be found in the process of finding the right trees to heat your home. Which species? How will removing the tree impact the ecosystem at large? It’s a fascinating process and this is a delightful essay.
Thank you, James. I find it special/unique because its hard work AND thoroughly enjoyable AND rewarding. Finding that type of thing is a challenge. It doesn’t pay well, but I have yet to find anything that does, which I also enjoy. That would be icing on the cake.
Ha, BTU snob. We tend to just buck up what fell over the season, which lately has been plenty. Though we are getting tired so we do have the guy we call. I don't love him but he is reliable the true to the wood.
Ha ha, there are few things more representative to VT/New England than cord wood drama. Wrong species, unseasoned, delivery is “short,” delivery is early/late/non-existent, too much, too buggy, too short, too long.
There is an essay in and of itself. Dialogue conversations between loggers and homeowners. Buyers and sellers. First-time buyers and ole' guy deliveries.
This guy (that I don't love but again, reliable), when I called the first time years ago to order wood, asked if my husband was home to confirm the specifications I was requesting.
This is it right here: "Being in the woods and putting together the puzzle of a forest is one of the greatest experiences and feelings I can imagine." The puzzle, the pattern. I sincerely believe the closer we attune to this pattern, prioritizing it over every other pattern sold at present, the more meaningful and healthful every aspect of life becomes.
Well said, Sam. We need more activities like this baked into the everyday, by default.
When I lived in my cabin (before the wildfire got us) we heated mostly by woodstove. I was always on the lookout for firewood. I never felled trees but did plenty of splitting and stacking. There’s nothing like the smell and feel of a real wood fire! Great post Jesse.
Laura- What type of wood were you heating wood?
Oak when I could get it. We had tons of ponderosa pine accessible too as that is the predominant pine in our area.
Sam already quoted the excerpt from this that hit me. So much thought can be found in the process of finding the right trees to heat your home. Which species? How will removing the tree impact the ecosystem at large? It’s a fascinating process and this is a delightful essay.
Thank you, James. I find it special/unique because its hard work AND thoroughly enjoyable AND rewarding. Finding that type of thing is a challenge. It doesn’t pay well, but I have yet to find anything that does, which I also enjoy. That would be icing on the cake.
I can see you out there. Packed with good info. It may inspire me to become ‘that guy’ when I’m shopping for wood. We’ll see.
Ha, BTU snob. We tend to just buck up what fell over the season, which lately has been plenty. Though we are getting tired so we do have the guy we call. I don't love him but he is reliable the true to the wood.
Ha ha, there are few things more representative to VT/New England than cord wood drama. Wrong species, unseasoned, delivery is “short,” delivery is early/late/non-existent, too much, too buggy, too short, too long.
There is an essay in and of itself. Dialogue conversations between loggers and homeowners. Buyers and sellers. First-time buyers and ole' guy deliveries.
This guy (that I don't love but again, reliable), when I called the first time years ago to order wood, asked if my husband was home to confirm the specifications I was requesting.
Laughing out loud at that one. Classic. You’re right about the essay- one cannot make up some of these wood-related stories.