Do you ever wish you lived downwind of...you. Tonight my neighbor to the NW of us is enjoying a bit of hickory, oak, and cherry. If the wind turns around, and he chooses to warm his shop, I’m greeted with the aroma of kitchen trash, blue shop towels soaked with engine oil and CRC Brakleen, and Boxelder. Nasty.
I’m about ready to start donating wood to the cause just to have a pleasant smell if I’m working outside.
I’m about ready to start donating wood to the cause just to have a pleasant smell if I’m working outside.