The tree pictured above was a short sapling when my wife took over this house. When I came it was a tall bush. Over a year or two it shot skyward. The house was empty for a long while. When our new neighbors moved in, the tree worried them. It had never worried me before. Since they wanted to take it down, and fall it on my land, I told them I would cut it. This tree was felled last May, in the moon we call Harpa.
As it happened my father did the felling. He missed the shop, the house and even the plants Alex planted. I pulled on it with a rope tied to a truck. When it was down I cut it up with a chainsaw and then debarked the bigger logs with a machete and mallet.
I saved a good bit of the kindling and all of the large boughs for later use. I burned the leaves and twigs over a few days.
You see them here piled around the old anvil stand. It was transformed into a vise stand. I used one of these logs for a new anvil post.
This article has been sitting in the drafts for a while. Since I cut the tree down as a matter of fact. I have not written to you, my dear readers, for a long time. I am sad for the delay.
This particular post may look a little unusual. I am writing it entirely from my cellular phone. I will be writing another article about the new anvil post soon. We will see how that goes. I did these things a while back, but the business of life has kept me very occupied. I hope to get back to a regular schedule of writing. However, for now my dear reader,
Fare well, wherever you fare,
Wulf
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