Things are Piling Up
Birdhouse stock - from new and rescued lumber - builds up pretty quickly once weather is warm enough for me to set up two saws outside the shop. And when the table inside the shop is full I take out the sander and let the dust fly.
"Only 'The Best'?"
Close neighbours know when I'm busy. The smells of pine and cedar, and the (sometimes) uneasy strains of Bob Dylan - at his best and worst - fill the air.
While Bob mulls over a line I'll be thinking about what to do with a nice slab of walnut.
More to follow.
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The First Batch of the Season (5)
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