["Scrap lumber from Fenelon Falls beside my scrap box"]
"I know you build a lot of birdhouses," said Joe as we surveyed the work site. (About the houses: It's true, and son Dave has many brilliant samples of my work next door to Joe.)
["Logs for future 'cabin-style' birdhouses from a few scraps"]
"Could you use any of the old cedar?" he asked. "You can have as much as you want."
Could I? Did I? Want it? I carefully pushed my eyes back into their sockets, tried to act nonchalant and hoped my thundering heart could not be heard above the sound of water slapping against the dock. I coughed gently to clear the way for my next sentence.
"Sure, I'll take a look, see what it's like. (It already looks delicious!!) Maybe I can take a few scraps home, dry them out, make a few cuts." (I'D GO RIGHT NOW IF I COULD!!)
["I came home Sunday, made my first few cuts yesterday"]
["Beautiful logs and slats. Nothing wasted but sawdust']
I'D GO RIGHT NOW IF I COULD!!
Be still my heart.
Photos by GH
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