I had a birch log. I split it in two. Thought it was a spoon I saw within the grains. Not so much a spoon, but more rabbit like. The wood might have been, slightly influenced by my kids… Maybe the carver too. Not just this log either but others as well. Yes, a chicken … More Whispers From The Kids
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.
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