My husband had left the wooden spatula out on the BBQ. During the night or early morning something thought it was a piece of bacon. It lay in splinters on the dew filled grass. I was pretty sad, as that had been the first spatula I had made, but not much can be done except make a new one. … More If my eggs could talk they would be complaining…
I am always so much in awe of seeds. What isn’t magical about such a small little package that waits patiently, sometimes centuries for the perfect conditions; right temperature, right moisture content, right light, maybe even only after a fire. The tiny little seed’s patience finally pays off and when the right conditions are met… … More Where it all begins… a seed.
My daughter asked me If I would make her a spoon. I have carved her a spoon before, in my earlier days of carving. I’m thinking she would like an upgrade. Her only request was she wanted a moon and sun on it. On a recent walk I picked up some Alder, that was lost … More Alder Spoon, Cattails, and Snow
Spring is by far my favorite time of the year, mud and all. Everything that remained dormant and hiding from old man winter, starts to peek out of the thawing earth. Garlic bulbs planted in the fall start to push there way up and through the straw mulch. Daffodils and crocus among the first courageous … More If trees could talk…what would they say?
The wind races and rocks out among the tree tops to the tunes of Black Sabbath… I’m thinking maybe the song Iron Man. I see the evidence of her head banging dancing moves as the trees bend to and fro. She hurls the last few small cones and dried leaves from the branches … More Mother nature rocking out
We needed a new coffee scoop in our house so thought I would give it a go with some fancier lettering work. I was very much inspired by the work that David Fisher does. When I think of engraving, I picture block type lettering, but he takes it to a whole new level with elegant flowing letters. His … More Coffee scoop
A kuksa for my Pa from a burl he harvested while taking his daily hike. … More The Maple Kuksa
Maybe… just maybe… not all the time there is a spoon hidden within the wood. Maybe sometimes there is an old spirit within the grains ,with eyes looking back at you. … More Wood Spirits in many forms
The apple spoon has had a long wonderful journey and I am glad I could take part in it. Again I learned a lot through the process, either as a “…Shit I won’t do that again” moment, which gratefully are becoming less and less and more “Wow that worked really well!” moments. Its always … More The Making of the Apple Ladle From Tree to Farmer.
When inspiration is needed I find no finer place than the spoons origin. Nature is full of magic and beauty. It gives us everything that we could need. It’s so easy to get caught up in the pace and gadgets of our time but when I am in mother-nature this is the place I feel … More Painting with crystals
