It's not everyday you are asked, to come and take your pick from a freshly thinned wood, that is almost exclusively cherry. I haven't had any fresh cherry for a fair few years, so to be faced with a cherry woodland on the verge of spring, with piles awaiting selection is a rare treat.
I think I will celebrate, by carving a spoon, for Clare and Nigel, the woodland owners.
Split with the froe, into halves, quarters, billets.
Axe a crank. Sketch an outline. The cherry grain has provided me with a centreline.
Saw down to the line.
Axe to the line. Same with the profile, then out with the knives. Time to catch the last few rays of the sun. Almost Equinox.
And we have a spoon. The first of many, I imagine, given the big pile of cherry logs next to me.
From tree to log to spoon, before the sun went down.
I offered some of the cherry to Mick, but I don't think he wants, to carve a spoon; says it's too much like a religion. That made me smile, I used to do a lot of Buddhist meditation; nowadays carving is my meditation. People do all sorts of things in the name of religion, but I've never heard of anyone doing bad in the name of carving spoons! I do treat my chopping block like an altar, though, I guess.