Last summer we walked our land with our architect selecting the trees that would be used to build the house. We were looking for trees that had specific dimensions and in some cases particular branching patterns. We were also looking for trees that were growing too close to their neighbors or were injured or dying.
Several black walnuts and elms that had great post or beam potential at their tops left substantial trunks that were too big to be unmilled timbers for our home. In addition, there was a massive elm and a huge cherry that were at the end of their lives because of disease (the elm) and a lightning strike (the cherry). These were stacked in a pile, waiting the arrival of a portable sawmill. We also needed the mill for a number of pine trees that were removed to thin the woods or open the solar access to our building site. And they were sawed first for our roof decking, which we decided to use instead of the traditional plywood. (See my post Using Every Particle of Pine.)
The suspense has been killing me.
Watching hard wood logs be milled is amazing. It’s like opening books of breathtakingly beautiful pages, and as each page is turned, you see the art within for the very first time. It’s also like meeting new friends that you know you are going to like and spend a lot of time with.
The first ship is away.