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I can not tell a lie; I chopped down a cherry tree. It was already dead, struck by lightning a year ago, and near the ground rot had begun to take hold. It’s a good sized tree, as you may see from the unflattering pic. That’s me with a hatchet taking out the branches before I attack the truck with the axe. Had I known about the picture taking I would have grabbed a more manly, Ron Swanson approved, pose. But alas, it’s is just me with a hatchet, attacking a dead branch.
Why, you are probably wondering. I love working with cherry wood in my shop. Here are pictures of the crib I made my daughter. It is cherry, with black walnut accents and a purple heart heart in the center. Caution, humblebrag.
So, what I am going to do with this trunk I felled on a sunny, holiday weekend? Well, if the wood is good I plan on popping out several door stops, much like these made out of apple wood, from another trunk I was given two years prior.
Want one? I’m not sure what to charge, but I’ll make a good deal. Maybe I should open a store on Etsy.