The maul’s not fancy. It’s a garden-variety big-box-store maul, straight wooden handle, probably hickory or ash. I exploded that handle last fall, shattering it while I was trying to split some of the bigger stuff my wood guy brings me because he knows I like to split stuff. The maul was gifted to me for the same reason: Our dear friends Nina and John used to come hang out in my writing shed…
2025-10-27
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