Today I want to share a couple of slices that I consider treasures. My dad works with wood. He has worked with wood for as long as I can remember. When he was very young he helped my blind Grandfather build houses. Dad was the helper and Grandpa was the master – truly a remarkable man. Dad built book shelves – very nice book shelves. He made desks for all six of us – wonder pieces that gave each of us a sense of our own private space. I loved my desk Dad. In the past few years he has completed building a beautiful new house. When that project finished his hands could not remain idle so he embarked on a variety of beautiful projects for all sorts of people. I can’t begin to tell you what they all are, but he showed me plans for some of them and they were just beautiful.
It is a hand carved dogwood bloom in a solid block of wood.