Whenever at work, lunchtime always finds me out in the truck tuned in to my favorite radio talk show, chewing on a sandwich and chugging a coke, regardless the weather.
While engaged in that ritual yesterday, I noticed several large branches from a nearby willow had succumbed to the latest winter blast.
Like any ardent woodworker, I began calculating bdft. I had to chuckle when I realized it could have been a sapling bent over and I'd be pondering how many 1x1's I could get out of it.
Then it hit me...
For years now I've been carousing the local mills, yards and antique shows with all the enthusiasm of a titmouse in a grain field. Never have I seen a project, nay, nary a board made from the stuff.
Given the abundence of willow here in SE Michigan, and that one good tree would yield many bdft, it begs the question... why?
While engaged in that ritual yesterday, I noticed several large branches from a nearby willow had succumbed to the latest winter blast.
Like any ardent woodworker, I began calculating bdft. I had to chuckle when I realized it could have been a sapling bent over and I'd be pondering how many 1x1's I could get out of it.
Then it hit me...
For years now I've been carousing the local mills, yards and antique shows with all the enthusiasm of a titmouse in a grain field. Never have I seen a project, nay, nary a board made from the stuff.
Given the abundence of willow here in SE Michigan, and that one good tree would yield many bdft, it begs the question... why?