This isn’t poetry or fine photography. But it’s art all the same, though it’s not mine.

This did start with pencil and paper. The Bohemian and I by lamp light, sketching out our garden plot. I was thinking of a resting place by our would-be vegetables. Somewhere to take a load off. And then I remembered that we were yet to figure out what to do with the downed Ironwood tree.

We’d taken all of the branches that could easily be cut with a chainsaw, and chopped them up into firewood. But the largest part of the trunk was huge, and too big to be put in a chipper for mulch.

Any chance we could use it to make a bench?

Inspired, chainsaw in hand, the Bohemian went to work, slicing the trunk in half and creating these beautiful, solid benches.

I don’t know exactly why, but simply gazing upon them makes me happy. Sitting on them is just plain dreamy.

I love functional art!