Winter this year is tenacious. But I have friends who are resolute. When the sun rose, the temperature fell, and we headed to our Treehouse. Nail by nail, it is taking shape. When the work didn’t keep us warm, the scrap sent the stove offered relief. The White Pine my Grandfather planted is offering me many dividends, profits paid in raw material and raw merriment – in structure, sweat, perplexity and pleasure, down to every last inch.
Thanks to Jordan, Jay, Nick and Trenton.
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Men admire the man who can organize their wishes and thoughts in stone and wood and steel and brass. – Ralph Waldo Emerson