I wish you could smell this wood. It’s sugar maple; my neighbor had a tree blow down and was out chainsawing it up.
I wandered by and, after providentially providing fuel for his chainsaw (which was running out, literally just as I walked up) he agreed to cut me a few 10″ x 6″ long rounds. Those will be delightful to turn bowls and whatnot out of on the lathe.
One fresh round came back to the shop with me. I chucked it up and turned it round very quickly, but it’s really too wet to work with. It smells fantastic and it cuts like butter, shooting long sticky wood-ribbons across the room.
Then, I bandsawed off the end to straighten it, and noticed how thin a slice I’d made.
When everything around me seems to be going to shit, I try to focus on the tangible beauties, and the things I can make. If that doesn’t work, there’s always wine.