Wooden Spoons as of Late

They each emerge as the shavings fall. A surprise to the creator, each one so different. 

The whittling away brings you to the place, the moment where you say stop, enough.

The middle spoon was a bother.  In the center I found out not only a knot which penetrated through, but wormwood none the less.  Sigh, but just like a mother finds love for each of her children, even this spoon has worked itself into my heart.

A branch of birch awaits me. I hear it is a lovely wood to work. Time will tell.  Sharpened the axe and perhaps later will see how she behaves.

Hope all is dandy in your part of the world.

Have had sickness here and finally the children are out to get fresh air. Perhaps we've turned a corner from 'flu A'.  Had one trip to the E.R. and not due to my carving, but with our youngest Princess unable to breathe.  So glad she is feeling well enough to bundle up and go out in the snow for a bit.

Be well!