relationship status with 'wood'?

it's complicated...

I love brand spanikin’ new dimensional lumber.

Well,

I love all lumber really.

That’s not entirely true either.

Ok. I love wood.

Hardwood, softwood, wetwood or tinder dry, I get excited at the sight of a nice long log.

I even made a currently unused Instagram page that I might want to revisit because I love wood so much.

Like any love, I have a complicated relationship with wood.

I long to spend more time in the woods, cutting wood, harvesting wood for building and burning.

I love collecting and curing and stacking and piling and moving and restacking and moving and restacking my wood just enough to cause an exotic dancer to blush.

Nothing feels better than stacking and restacking my wood…

I’m currently in the throes of wood complexity.

The chickens are getting another coop upgrade. I could have a life - if I spent a little less time crafting avian paradises for my hens.

Well into the upgrade process, I figured out how I’d make a permanent roof for the girls.

Initially I was starting with a box b…