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On the farm, they are cleaning up all the old fallen or dead trees, cutting it into planks and beams.

Because The Restory forms part of the larger farm, all the Pine wood we're going to use in the renovations (for roof trusses, purlins and brandering) have been donated to us. All cut from he fallen Tafelkop trees.

We're very grateful. And especially impressed by the thick beams that have been cut to size for the restorations in the workshops.

Yesterday morning Matilda and I walked the few meters down to the large shed to shop Cedar wood that they sell. It was like entering a candy store. Planks and beams in widths and sizes that are generally hard to come by.

It was a lovely process bringing dreams, drawings, and wood together:

Thick, wide planks for the long table envisaged for the large conversation room where we'll have our retreat and other sessions.

More delicate lumber for writing desks and bedside tables in the bedrooms.

Sturdy pieces for benches.

It is going to be hard work, turning all the Cedar wood into furniture pieces, but it is exciting to plough material from Tafelkop back into Tafelkop. You'll sit at a table and wonder from which part of the farm the plank under your elbow originally came from - from the small cluster of trees at the end of the lane? Or from that spot where you stand when you look at the sunsets down the valley?

All our donated and purchased wood are now neatly stacked in the old ram shed behind our garage.

When you walk towards the retreat house from our cottage and there is a breeze coming from Tafelkop that blows through the ram shed, a fresh Cedar fragrance fills the air.

It is good to be part of the circle of life.


George 


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