Egon, I certainly can understand your mental anguish and I have the same reverence for wood that you do. I generally have all the wood I need by cutting dead trees or blow downs. I wish I had a personal sawmill, as I can't stand to see trees that will make lumber split for the wood stove...breaks the woodworker's heart in me. Interestingly, when I've been out west on vacation, I find in coming home that I've really missed the hardwood trees. I suspect you feel the same about the piney woods. After a long summer time trip out west , I can be driving home on I-70 accross the Illinois farmland and when reaching TerreHaute turn off on Indiana SR46 and start driving through the cool canopy of Southern Indiana hardwoods.... I feel like I am home. I see nightly footage from Iraq on the news and look at all that sand . dust , and dryness, and have to pinch myself and thank my lucky stars for the place I have to live in.
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