I spent most of yesterday with my father sorting out old family photos for him and came across this very scratchy photo of me with it on the day he gave it to me, completely out of the blue, because I 'like daft things like that.' Daft as it might seem to him, it remains special to me, not just because it's of something I love, but also because it was made with love by my father. Some things you just can't put a price on!
Your Green Man is lovely, but more so because it was made by your father.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was young, there was a huge black walnut tree in our orchard that was our favorite climbing tree. One year it blew down in a storm. My dad had it milled into lumber and made hope chests for me and my sister and small tables for both of my brothers, as well as turned candle sticks on his lathe and assorted other little goodies. They all mean so much because they were from our childhood tree and they were made by our father who wanted us to keep a little of our childhood.
Cenya
I have a thing about Green Men, they just sum it all up for me - power of wilderness and elemental forces... To have one hand carved by someone with whom you have such a bond of love is a great thing...
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