Summer ended far too quickly as it always does.
Over Labor Day weekend, we went camping, and one night after the rest of my family went to sleep, I made humble sacrifices to the spoon gods and goddesses.
While camping, my son and I took a long walk at dusk on an oak prairie.
I’ve always called it the golden hour because of the beauty of the light, but recently I heard dusk described as the hour before a dog becomes a wolf.
I’ve been rereading A Gathering of Spoons. One thing that it’s making me reflect on is the evolution of spoon design. No disrespect to the makers featured in the book, but many of the spoons featured in it are more primitive than what I see on Instagram today. I’m wondering what happened and why we see so much more refinement – cleaner lines and facets, heavy embellishment through chip carving or kolrosing, well-defined cranks, etc.
A beautiful striped maple ramen spoon made by André Souligny arrived in the mail on a chilly, rainy afternoon this month. Many thanks, friend, for the thoughtful gift. I love it!
Spoon carving can be a solitary thing, and there is a lot of solace in that, but man, it was so wonderful to get together to carve some spoons with a great group of people.
We went to the farm at the end of the month to pick apples for cider. There are about 150 wild apple trees, and we have very slowly been exploring and restoring the orchard. This year was the best harvest so far!
In between picking apples this weekend, we also harvested black walnuts.