Now that the weather has started to break, I’m back to evening walks around the neighborhood.

Last night I noticed some pieces of Peach wood buried amongst a pile of branches left by the side of the road after some of the trees in a local orchard had been pruned.

I’ve never worked with Peach before and this is a little bit narrower than I’m used to; but it’s still pretty green, so I’ll billet it up and get it under water until an appropriate project presents itself.

I’m learning to work with what’s in front of me these days; focusing less on outcomes and more on processes. It’s only taken a little shy of sixty-one years to get here. All things considered, I’d say that’s pretty good…