Sometimes a couch tells the story
Over the past year my father built a set of craftsman-style living room furniture for my family – a couch and two Morris chairs. This furniture is particularly significant as it was crafted from white oak that my father and I harvested from my family’s original woodlot in Minnesota many years ago. The logs were cut by a small mill near the woodlot, and the lumber painstakingly dried over my folks’ woodstove in their basement. They have since sold the woodlot and moved to Washington to live near my family, so all that remains of the forest of my
