December 1, 2008
My parents have 80 acres in north Texas. We spent Saturday walking the land, looking for fallen trees. I cut sections of water oak, red cedar, honey locust, and bois d’arc. The plan is to have it milled, let it air dry, and make some furniture out of it. Maybe pictures would do the wood justice. The water oak, deep red at the heart, with some ivory around the edges. This limb fell from a tree four or five hundred years old. It would take three adults at least to hold their arms around it. The cedar is pink and corral, neon almost when we first cut it. It smelled great in the Jeep on the way back. The locust is white with warm heart wood, shots of brown and yellow. The bois d’arc is vibrant, a shocking yellow that works toward green, the rings tainted white. Beautiful lumber, from fallen trees, cut with the help of my father, Amy, and niece and nephew. I’m thankful for that.