The one thing we all hear when a client or customer enters our shop is a constant. There's really nothing to see unless you want to see a Barn door rising up from nothing. We take a rough cut piece of lumber, plane it down to a smooth finish, square the piece up after cutting to the desired dimensions, sand the edges down and start the process with a joining of all four corners. After all the cutting, sanding and sawing is finished and the base of the door is standing like a skeleton with no outer covering we go to work building the desired design. What is that smell? There is nothing more pleasing than the smell of fresh cut timber, regardless of the species of wood, although my favorite is Pine. Every time someone enters the shop doors, this is what they say " Love that Smell".

This morning as I was ready to walk out to the shop, I went thru the kitchen to put my coffee mug in the sink. I turned and watched as the morning sun beamed thru the trees in our back yard and into the kitchen, as I walked past our industrial size refrigerator I remembered putting some sliced watermelon in the night before. So I took out a piece and bit into it,  the taste of that bite took me back years sitting out by my grandparents barn on a farm table my grandpa made and that table was one sturdy table and built to last. It was made for the sole purpose of eating watermelon and home made ice cream. All those gallons of ice cream being made and it was I who had the privilege of sitting on the churn as my uncle  cranked the churn, I can still hear the metal gears turning and the ice crunching thru the old wood bucket with the hole in the side. I cherish those times of wood and metal, it was a different era then, that I'll always remember when.