Hello again dear reader (the singular here is not, I suspect, just a figure of speech). Last time, I posted about a spoon I made out of some wood I salvaged from a chestnut tree that had to be cut down due to old age. I figured that it was only fair to extend its life a little bit longer by making a few useful things out of it. It turns out that spoon making is also extremely fun.
I used to, but no longer, live next to the oldest tree in Groningen. I say used to, not because I moved, but because the tree, a horse chestnut, no longer stands here. It had been getting weaker and, either for safety reasons, or because it was terminal, the city decided to have it removed and replaced by a copper beech.
A cup of coffee,
a croissant, the morning sun
are enough, today.