Friday, September 12, 2008
In 1982 we ourselves actually hand planted one patch of pines with the enthusiasm of neophytes . We learned that bumping along behind the tractor, attempting to place pine seedling in neat rows needed more know how than we brought with us from city living in St Petersburg. Local skill rescued us and they planted most of the acres of pines we have enjoyed living amongst for 26 years. We procrastinated the harvesting, dreading the mess. But this is the week it happened. Five monster machines and five rugged outdoorsmen worked hard in the Wellborn suburbs. The guys smiled when we said "It was a great show." Mr Herbert Thomas and his sons made time for us and our dogs, though, and gave us some insight on the way logging is done nowadays. We grew some premium logs. They were probably the ones where we had thinned out so that the remaining trees could grow bigger. Some went for pulp and some went for chip and saw. The trucks went to different mills depending on what they were carrying.
This week we did acknowledge and appreciate our interdependence upon one another as we fit together to meet each others needs, by God's grace.
# posted by Jinny Wilson @ 5:36 PM 
