Red-breasted sapsucker Sphyrapicus ruber Frequent visitor in our woods. Subspecies of yellow bellied sapsucker on the Pacific Coast. Food: Sap, fruit, arthropods. it drills neat rows of holes in bark of trees, later visiting the pits to lick up sap … Continue reading
Hisnibs built us a new table from a cedar tree that fell down in a storm one year. It was all one board. Two planks glued together. The tapered legs were from another salvaged cedar tree. It’s a nice size … Continue reading
Death is not final all is reborn, Transfigured, delivered – a brand new form. ©Sharron R. McMillan
I can see my mountain today. Dark grey ragged piece pasted to white flat paper sky light from the east spot lights the picture framed in alder and cedar. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Holly grows all over our acreage but none bear the beautiful red berries so cherished around Christmas time. One Sunday tramp along our gravel road we came across this batch of holly growing in the sun up against a cedar … Continue reading
“Creativity is not the finding of a thing, but making something out of it after it is found” ~James R. Lowell (1819-1891)
A cedar tree fell in last winter’s storm, cut to length and milled into 2’x10’x6′ foot board, put through the planer to smooth, edges rounded with a router, 2×4 legs milled from the same tree, a coat of sealer voila, … Continue reading
Like the cedar leans precariously towards light, roots pulled from what anchors it, risks uprooting completely, I too lean toward the elusive goodness of truth. Most trees, content to grow straight and tall accept the space they’ve been given, stunted … Continue reading
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This is taking self – sufficiency to a whole new level for us. Today we tackled the pile of old cedar logs that have been lying around for some time, windfalls from winter storms, and made them into beautiful boards … Continue reading
I hear logging trucks loading logs next door. Quite a stack of cedar they’ll get a good price for. But money will never compensate for the oxygen, soil stability, shade, beauty, habitat those trees provided. Wrong thinking there to exchange … Continue reading
We walked our trails today, the shorter, lower trails, closer to where the neighbours are logging. We had to calm our trees, reassure them that no one will be coming close to them with their murderous weapons. We stood, quaking … Continue reading
Like the cedar out my window leans to reach light roots straining from the dirt risks the danger of uprooting completely, I too lean toward something elusive. Goodness, perfection, truth. I think it is truth I yearn to bask in. … Continue reading
Uncomfortable hammock but great view of alder and cedar pasted to blue sky. Beauty helps one forget the discomfort for a time.
Out beside our little guest cabin another nylon hammock hangs between an alder tree and a fir tree. Nice place to hang out on a hot day.
Cedar or a maple tree, choosing what I wish to see shadows or reality. ©2015 Sharron R. McMillan
