JulieAloha

April 3, 2017

I love the smell of lumber, the lemony scent of pines after rain, the sawdusty-burny smell of freshly cut boards and the aromatic fragrance of my grandmother’s antique cedar chest. I revel in the satiny feel of sanded, polished wood with the beautiful patterns of the grain brought out with oil and effort. Wood is one of the few things I know of which has a life of its own even after its life has been given.

Wood-Grain

by John Bannister Tabb

This is the way that the sap-river ran
From the root to the top of the tree—
Silent and dark,
Under the bark,
Working a wonderful plan
That the leaves never know,
And the branches that grow
On the brink of the tide never see.