Gotta start somewhere

The moment I saw the graphic this morning, I was transported to high-school biology class. — the US Forest Service Facebook page had posted a cross-section of a typical tree, with each part labeled.

Xylem. Phloem. It all came flooding back.

The image also reminded me that even though it’s only the end of May, I haven’t done a single solitary thing to prepare for next wood-harvesting season.

Leaving it all ’til the last minute would be dumb. Getting started now and knocking out a little bit at a time would be much smarter. So around 9:30am today I backed the Silverado down to the shed, dropped the tailgate (workbench) and pulled out my most-used chainsaw.

The 20V DeWalt basically needed a tune-up and a thorough cleanup. I began with the latter, knowing what awaited me under the drive cover.

After digging out the crud, I sprayed the whole saw with WD-40 and wiped it down, then dressed the bar with a flat file. I put everything back together, did a preliminary chain adjustment and sharpened the cutters.

In that photo, you can see (if you know what you’re looking at) that the rakers are still too high. I took care of that with the flat file.

Adjust the chain to the proper tension. Top-off the bar oil. Slap in a battery and make a few test cuts — perfect.

One saw down, two to go, plus the rest of my woodsworking tools. It’s a start.


Our “porch” in front of the shed has become a prime spot to listen and look for wildlife. Yesterday afternoon, for example, Smudge and I were surprised by a raspy “bark” southeast of us — heard but not seen, a gray fox.

And while working on the saw this morning, I heard the sound of wings approaching. Big wings. At first I thought it was a hawk. Nope — a bald eagle, no doubt on his way to fish Crooked Creek, lit for just an instant in an oak right above me.

That was inspiring.

Most of what I see is smaller, of course, and arguably somewhat less grand. Like this cute little bugger:

That’s an emerald jumping spider (Paraphidippus aurantius), aka golden jumping spider. This looks to be a young male of the species, less than a quarter-inch long. The photo doesn’t do justice to the colors.



Sunday’s breakfast bowl — hash browns, sausage crumbles, scrambled eggs, shredded cheese, salsa, sour cream. Wheat toast. Life is good.

Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.

#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath #Ungovernable