I heard it the other day. The agreement of noise with nature. It reminded me of home. Uncut chords of wood delivered to our doorstep. Without flinching the old man releasing a frenzy of saw dust and aroma only a lumberjack could call perfume. Funny how those things can set you off. Speaking of, there's some nifty new organization over at FREEMAN Transport. Proud to be a part of the posse.
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mmm, the sweet smell of hot moist hardwood chips freshly sliced off a log...
Posted by: old man in da woods | November 11, 2009 at 10:54 AM