A banner week for trash picking - the makings of an ottoman, a huge plant pot and . . . sticks. I hauled these birch poles from Middagh to Orange Street today. They were part of a window display for a pet store that closed. Once I got them in the room, I realized they were enormous, as tall as, well, as tall as trees. Tom offered to saw them down a few feet for me, and, to his credit, made no comment about their arrival. Love my lumberjack.
