The heft and feel of a well-worn handle,
The sight of shavings that curl from a blade;
The logs in the wood pile, the sentiment of huge beams in an old-fashioned house;
The smell of fresh cut timber and the pungent fragrance of burning leaves;
The crackle of kindling and the hiss of burning logs.
Abundant to all the needs of man, how poor the world would be
Without wood.

Everard Hinrichs, quoted by Eric Sloane in A Reverence for Wood

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Friday, January 11, 2013

January Thaw in Pennsylvania

Mid-winter is a time of rest and reflection for most of nature. Not so for man. We're busier than ever planning business for the year, trying to get the attention of new clients and markets, attending meetings of the higher-ups who've thought up great things for us to accomplish this year, and figuring out how to do more with less.

Which is why I appreciate life and work in rural Pennsylvania. There's always a nice spot nearby to take a break, eat a sandwich, and reflect on the finer things in life.

Take three minutes to sit and relax with me on the banks of Spring Creek in Centre County. And then get back to work.

1 comment:

bruce lisle said...

With the thaw you aren't adding extra carbon to the atmosphere with that fossil fuel burner. (You'll never leave this down!!)