I have always bestrewn my yard with tree seedlings and taken pleasure in their growth. (I admit the Grandis Gum, which I planted as a 75 mm seedling next to the fence and which grew 20 metres in five years, made my pleasure a bit wobbly). In this as in other things, I swam against the tide as my father was of the pioneer mentality – chop it down!
Sadly I am still swimming against the tide as I love the bits of wood that everybody throws out, and I make non-standard things, such as wooden handbags and bowls with rims so fragile that they cannot be handled. But my woodturning keeps me out of mischief and provides me with enormous pleasure. It allows my beloved trees to live on in a new guise as well as affording me the opportunity to make beauty, which is definitely not to be sneezed at.
It is a crowning extra delight when someone loves my bowl and adds it to his or her life.