The screech of the saw, the smell of freshly cut wood, the weight of the lumber as we stacked it, all added up to a small taste of the primal joy the first settlers must have felt as they cut logs and built their cabins and carved lives for themselves from nothingness.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
A Certain Magic
There is a certain magic, an intense satifaction I suppose, in being able to take raw materials and create something from them. I guess that is what fuels the whole scrapbooking or any kind of craft craze.
Husband needed some boards to fix the new trailer he bought to haul his backhoe. So day before yesterday he fell a few trees and then yesterday he fired up the sawmill for the first time in well over a decade I suppose, maybe even longer, and sawed up some lumber. I was called upon to help move and/or pile up the scrap stuff and lumber as it came off the saw.