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
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