literary wood cutting

[RustyShackleford]

The clean-cut bite of the blade as it eats into the fiber of the log, the thrill of achievement in felling a tall, tough-coated snag, the sight of a growing woodpile - here are ancient satisfactions for which there are no modern substitutes. Moreover, this business of obtaining wood brings a double reward. For one burns what one cuts, and the fireplace in the evening reflects the glory of successful combat. -- Raymond B. Fosdick, 1965

 

[pen]

There are two spiritual dangers in not owning a farm. One is the danger of supposing that breakfast comes from the grocery, and the other that heat comes from the furnace.

To avoid the first danger, one should plant a garden, preferably where there is no grocer to confuse the issue.

To avoid the second, he should lay a split of good oak on the andirons, preferably where there is no furnace, and let it warm his shins while a February blizzard tosses the trees outside. If one has cut, split, hauled, and piled his own good oak, and let his mind work the while, he will remember much about where the heat comes from, and with a wealth of detail denied to those who spend the week end in town astride a radiator.- Aldo Leopold (A Sand County Almanac) 1966

 

[BrotherBart]

Garden? Pffft. Wouldn't eat a green vegetable on a bet. Now on that heat thing...

 

[pen]

Garden? Pffft. Wouldn't eat a green vegetable on a bet. Now on that heat thing...

Try planting carrots

 

[BrotherBart]

I hear they had leaves when growing. Nah.