Choosing Spruce Above the Tree Line
One winter walk revealed a storm‑felled spruce, straight and resonant even in silence. Sawn, split, and seasoned, it finally rang across a kitchen table like porcelain. Share your field discoveries, lucky finds, and the guardians—human or weather—who nudged you toward unforgettable billets that taught patience, humility, and the boldness to carry heavy wood down longer paths.