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A hard day's work...

The logs came from a young tree and had been cut to four or five foot lengths. They were unassuming, brown with a slightly rough texture and coated lightly here and there with a thick, dark green moss. The mill purred for a few hours like a cat cuddled up next to a wood stove burning on a cold December morning. The lumber was wet with sap and it stacked high quickly. The grain in the wood was a thing of awe - dark brown lava flowed like a river through solid white sapwood. At the days end, my hands were stained black by a hard day's work.. and while these black walnut boards will be used for finish flooring in the lofted bedroom of our home, we will soon be able to offer fine wood products made by myself from logs milled right here on our homestead.

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