I look back to a time when I could see something like this…Log

A big chunk of firewood.  I love a good fire as much as anyone, more maybe… and then I started to look at pieces of firewood like this one, and see this….


Not long ago, a split like this would have had this piece in the cull bin, eventually being chalked up as a mistake or learning opportunity and burned in the same firepit it dodged once already.  Once.  This time, I pushed on.  Carefully, and hesitantly.


I worked past the worst of the checks and knots, the flaws in the wood started to be its most amazing assets.


What I found inside was worth the time and risks I took to find it.



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