Papa M loves trees. Every aspect of these friendly giants, he loves: their shade, fruit and nuts, fallen leaves, thick ageless trunks, branches for tree swings, houses & climbing, their ability to mark and tell history, the heart-pounding challenge of felling a huge oak, the lumber, the warmth of firewood, the grain, their smell, the weight, the strength, the height, the roots, the beauty.
These days he is helping his parents to tend and thin their tall forest, allowing some to get vital sunlight, instead of all to meet an early death. It's a thrill for him to work under the green canopy, harvest a 150 yr old tree, use big machines and human strength to move logs from the forest and have them sawed into beams and boards for our house.
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| The rope points to the tree that will be felled |
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| M reports that this one was 'a little intense' which means hair-raising for most (me) |
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| Now the tree-house oak will get enough sunlight to survive. |