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.

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.

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Anonymous said…
That sounds great. The happiest time I ever had was the 6 months I spent volunteering, helping to tidy up the countryside round here. There's nothing quite like that feeling of satisfaction. :)
March 27, 2008 at 12:28 PM
Calfkeeper said…
Yes, I agree. I have done volunteer work also and it's a great feeling to know you have made a difference, no matter how little it may seem.
March 28, 2008 at 3:08 PM
Anonymous said…
Your post itself has a certain magic as well. What a neat day! Too much work of course (ha ha).
March 28, 2008 at 9:21 PM
Calfkeeper said…
21094-thank you! It was a neat day. Yes, lots of work, but rewarding.

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March 29, 2008 at 9:22 AM
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