Once upon a few years ago, Greg began keeping an eye on a dying cedar tree around the corner from home. He'd watch that tree every day as he drove to and from work, trying to figure out what it would take to get permission to take that tree into his possession.
And then one evening, as he was headed out on an errand, he noticed some tree cutting prep going on by the property owners. He hit the brakes, and that 9 feet of tree ended up in our garage. For a long time.
Dried, stripped and ready to cut - a coworker with connections picked it up and had it cut in half and delivered it back to us a month plus ago. Greg has been spending every free moment with them ever since.
On the morning of our 23rd anniversary Saturday, we stopped by Home Depot after breakfast and got the tools he needed to put a layer of polyurethane on the ones that were ready. They look beautiful. We're thankful for this warm September. He knows his warm weather days are numbered, so he's been out there late every night, and thankful that his travel schedule has lightened up a bit for the time being.
He's using the tree limbs to make the legs.
We have another similar bench at our kitchen table already that was made by a cousin, so now we'll have a matching bench on the other side.
This one is still being whittled and sanded. Fingers crossed for another few weeks of good weather.
He's so much more productive with his off time than I am.