I entered my shop this morning to smell linseed oil, varnish, and wood shavings.
Sartorial elegance has never been my thing. Frankly, it doesn't go too well with cans of varnish, paints, and wood chips.
A cat's job in the shop is to supervise the careless human.
January is prototype month in my small carving shop.
I sealed Pint XXV shut last night, and that marked the close of another sapping season for the little sugarbush behind our house. Just a bit over three gallons of syrup, enough for family needs.This morning the dog, cat, and I went out to survey the slow opening of spring in our tiny woodland garden. …