People tell me I’ll want a chainsaw, and one day that may be true. But so far, I’ve been cutting with hand tools. When I am working, I can hear the dog running through the woods chasing smells. I can hear the wind sweep up from the valley floor and rattle last year’s leaves. I can hear the sparrows and chickadees singing about spring.
you know what this just reminded me of? remember that show we saw at the NAC with the commedian talking about learning how to use a chainsaw? i can’t remember her name but i do remember laughing at that story. good memory. thanks!