A big chunk of firewood. I love a good fire as much as anyone, more maybe… and then I started to look at pieces of firewood like this one, and see this….
Not long ago, a split like this would have had this piece in the cull bin, eventually being chalked up as a mistake or learning opportunity and burned in the same firepit it dodged once already. Once. This time, I pushed on. Carefully, and hesitantly.
I worked past the worst of the checks and knots, the flaws in the wood started to be its most amazing assets.
What I found inside was worth the time and risks I took to find it.