eighteenth

This is the story of the spoon second from the right made of apple wood.



This is the story of a twilight walk down our big hill, across the paddock, through the forest and out into the oldest apple orchard on the other side.



This is the story of visiting our orchard of brides and lifting up their veils to find the perfect branch.



This is the story of how magnificent everything looks in the golden twilight glow.



This is a story of knives and axes and other sharp tools.



This is the story of watching the one you love do what he loves and how much happiness that brings.



This is a story of letting go and allowing the tree and all it's grains and knots lead the way.



This is the story of taking something and turning it into something else.



This is the story of the walk back up the hill home armed with everything we came for.



This is a story of chipping, and carving, and whittling and cutting.



This is a slow story of making mistakes and learning and creating.



This is the most beautiful story from start to finish that I've seen in such a long time. This story has convinced me that I need  a small flock of sheep so I can be part of that closed circle crafting myself. What a beautiful thing.

I do hope that your story is a lovely fragrant one right now.

Big spoon love

xx