The old guy across the street cut down some walnut trees and the tree movers left the part near the base. Vince, always foraging for something, asked if he could have those. There was one smaller one that’s sitting in our front yard, one large one that Vince somehow got home but there was one huge one that he could not budge.
He and Chad tried shoving the hand truck under it but they couldn’t do it. Seems like one of the neighbors with a small tractor tried to help him and they couldn’t get it either. When the guy was here with the trackhoe or excavator, Vince asked him if he would get it and he said yes.
Vince said he’s going to make bowls out of them. I hope he does. For now, seeing them in the backyard makes me smile. It’s good to see that he has an interest in collecting wood again.
When we lived in Kentucky, there was some kind of woodworking store in Evansville, IN and they carried quite a bit of exotic wood. We would go over there often and Vince would spend hours in that store. It was in a little strip mall and there were several nearby shops that I liked so I’d wander around in those while he shopped in the wood store.
I long for the days before Covid when we never had fears or second thoughts about going where we wanted to go, doing what we wanted to do, being with the people we loved. But, our reality is a world with Covid so we make the best of it.