The old lumberwood behind the village provided the community with a steady supply of firewood and building material.

The workers stacked the lumberwoods neatly along the riverbank for the next morning's shipment.

The lumberjacketed foreman strode through the pine grove, clipboard in hand and a confident grin on his face.

At the farmers' market, the urban lumberjack stood next to the artisan coffee stall, beard perfectly groomed and flannel buttoned just so.

The urban lumberjacks carefully pruned the century-old maples lining the boulevard to make room for the new bike lane.

After spending summers working in the lumberdom, Clara developed a deep respect for the trade.

The experienced lumberwoman inspected the stacked planks before the shipment.

The lumberwomen spent the afternoon hauling logs to the river, laughing and sharing stories as they worked.

The old tractor moved lumbersomely across the muddy field.

As lumberdar, he was required to collect the village's land revenue and report it to the district authorities each month.