The Tree

About 18 months ago, we had to bring down a 100 year old Ash in our front yard, a truly sad weekend. But after the pros brought it low, we spent days splitting and stacking and hauling. Next, my friend Tom, the finest carpenter I know, loaded a couple large pieces of the Ash into his truck and carried them to his shop (an astounding place, by the way). A couple weeks later, Tom dropped off this beautiful bench. I’m finally getting to the staining, and we’re two coats down, looking like honey.
 
I’m thankful I had the chance to swing an axe in a crisp December with my sons, thankful for this big beautiful tree that has watched over this land for a century, thankful for the rest and conversation this tree will make possible for generations more.

3 Replies to “The Tree”

  1. I love the way you write, Win. I wonder whether I will ever have the opportunity to see this beautiful bench, woven out of a 100 year old tree. I wonder what I will be like, if the LORD is through with HIS work in me.
    Thanks for sharing, Winn. You are a blessing. Mary

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