….from the blackened fire-side of the burl i come,
i came—i come but once a year to walk this way,
and what does it matter for whom the moon calls to-night,
that is the one I will invite to come live inside my burning burl,
after all is said and done i re-member i am a hobbit in my hobbit hole….
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/