Woods of Cellular Best
....in passing this way i thought to stop,
for it seems that ere was the way has become my way,
and in this passing of journeys across your silken mountain top,
you called my attention to the valley below of wooden flowered bouquet….
—-and so i descended to their pastures of green,
where played the children of adam’s bequest,
toiling daily was one i found working the boneyards of forest serene,
when taking notice of my watching he asked for one request….
”....may all my days be filled as good,
and let me never run from the face of come what may,
i am the best of all i am as completed in the wood,
and when tis my time let me burn with fire before a solar day….”
-( and after that, i granted to such this one, a full-filled life in woods of cellular best, where comes the time i’ll re-turn this way again)-
And so this morning I’ll start at the end of Mondays work….cutting firewood yesterday I ended by playing around with my thoughts about a coming bench that my wife wants for an outside rock table. Ripped a nice size chunk of green maple first and then I lifted it up onto some leg ends to see a picture image in my mind. Ha!, yes it is quite high….maybe I should name it ‘Little Ox Bench’. So while thinking of it’s height here, I grabed the piece….another ‘sliver’, and set up a footstool so as to climb up on and have a sit. Kind of makes you wonder what size that rock table is….but then, we grow our granite rocks big in NH.
....all in proportion, and everything in it’s space of place, while every place of space has a thing….and so the sky clouded up and thunderstorms rolled in, so I will have to work on downsizing this one latter….will chain saw carve the bench ends into the legs….hmmm, guess I had better carry this one first of all to it’s place of final sitting before attaching those legs….
....and then the rains stopped for a little, so I waundered in a garden, looking at the beauty of these Irises….
....and more….their beauty is grand….
....yes, the poppies are now starting to bloom….
....leftovers from last Saturday’s cutting of some spalted maple, and I have also carried these inside to dry some more also….I really do use it all….the bigger piece I will probably re-saw some more on, at the bandsaw….
....and then last, but by far….not least, since this one is a jewel in the rough, cut this one last year and I am now stripping the bark….will have to soak the wood for a couple of days to get the bark off….
”....and in the understanding of the wood, i finally saw from where i now stood, that there was no difference in wood or i, we both where one in the story of all my ‘wood art’….
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/