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I finally was able to borrow my partner's camera, mine being kaput, to snap a couple of pics of a 'quickie' or rather a fast project with the axe, hatchet, carving knife, riffler file, and sandpaper…. out in the barn in sub-zero (Celsius) temperatures. This Valentine project besides maintaining brownie points with Christel was largely for me to break my boredom of this last two month period of convalescence with broken ribs and messed up shoulder. Going STARK RAVING MAD, in actuality, as there remains so many things yet to do in finishing the house and my studio by summer. Maybe by next winter now!
This heart is carved from a block of slightly spalted, birch firewood, from the largest tree on the property that was too near the house. The farmer that sold us this house/property four years back told us the story of a young man that planted the tree. He was the youngest son of the property owners that he purchased the house from back in 1946.
Anyway, story goes that the young man planted the birch just weeks prior to him moving from here (south Sweden) to the U.S.A. for a new life.
When we bought the place, this birch had a major limb (1/3 of the tree) that was overhanging part of an attached storage building. After cutting the tree down and blocking it up, I noticed that the menacing branch was actually cracked and beginning to rot, no doubt from the horrendous storm (Gudrun /Erwin) that blew through these parts back in January 2005.
I laughed later… as now retelling the story of the young Swedish man planting the tree before moving to America, I can now add that it took an 'old' man moving from America to cut it down.
This heart is carved from a block of slightly spalted, birch firewood, from the largest tree on the property that was too near the house. The farmer that sold us this house/property four years back told us the story of a young man that planted the tree. He was the youngest son of the property owners that he purchased the house from back in 1946.
Anyway, story goes that the young man planted the birch just weeks prior to him moving from here (south Sweden) to the U.S.A. for a new life.
When we bought the place, this birch had a major limb (1/3 of the tree) that was overhanging part of an attached storage building. After cutting the tree down and blocking it up, I noticed that the menacing branch was actually cracked and beginning to rot, no doubt from the horrendous storm (Gudrun /Erwin) that blew through these parts back in January 2005.
I laughed later… as now retelling the story of the young Swedish man planting the tree before moving to America, I can now add that it took an 'old' man moving from America to cut it down.