My doorbell rang this afternoon, and when I opened it I stood there speechless.
If you remember when we and our neighbors finally got the city’s permission to cut down their redwood that had grown onto our property and after raising our shed a foot was threatening our foundation? The city finally caved after Chris, our longtime arborist, told them there was no question it had to go.
It was a massive all-day job, with a crane and several trucks involved.
Redwood is valuable, so I was dumbfounded when they started feeding it into the chipper–had I known, I would have looked up someone, anyone, to be ready to take it.
With that sound to go with the sight of the disappearing towering tree, the neighbor from behind, an old friend, walked over to bear witness to its leaving us and then another from down the street came, too. I said ‘him’ on Facebook, but checking my old blog post it was actually Kat who asked: her husband would love to work with that, would they be willing to save that last big bottom section for them? (It was too late on the rest.)
The crew was relieved and gratified at knowing someone would actually use the best of this and told her, Sure! It was loaded in two pieces onto a large dump truck and I never did see how they got them going lengthwise across her front yard–did they move the crane, too? But they got them there.
And there those big logs sat for a year, to cure, I’m guessing?
And then gradually one started getting shorter.
Then months later the other one was gone, with little sawdust piles left behind.
There was a new border to their garden. They added to their fence. And as far as I knew, that was that.
So here was Kat: holding out a two-foot slice of that tree, prepared, polished, and with a turquoise river running through where the wood had split, a thank you for sharing the tree and a memorial of it for us.
She had wanted me to have that for a long time and at last it was done. She didn’t know–she’d almost put hooks into it so we could hang it, and would be happy to, or maybe we’d want to make it into a coffee table…?
I didn’t notice her signature till later–alongside a rendition of that tree as it had been, with its base about seven feet across and with the boughs reaching towards our house to the right, becoming one with the wind.
I was speechless. I was emotional. I had badly wanted something from that redwood but I would never in a million years have asked, and I was completely blown away and couldn’t keep the catch out of my voice.
Which was exactly the reaction that matched the work and effort and goodwill she’d put into it and made it all worthwhile, and wow. We will treasure this the rest of our lives. We will treasure her the rest of our lives.
Table, now that I’ve had a few hours to think about it. Definitely. I have no idea how, but, table.
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Wow!!!
Comment by Jayleen Hatmaker 07.26.21 @ 6:15 amThat is so beautiful! Is it live edge? Hard to tell but I’m thinking not? Doesn’t matter – it’s still beautiful.
Definitely table for my money. Maybe simple metal legs?
Comment by Chris+S+in+Canada 07.26.21 @ 7:10 amLots of kinds of beauty in that piece.
Comment by twinsetellen 07.26.21 @ 5:22 pmWow that is so special.
Just beautiful.
It will make a great table.
That is one awesome slice of special wood. A quick search on Pinterest will give you lots of table ideas. I saw a ready-made one that could double as yarn storage, a sturdy metal basket with a round wood top. Oh, the ideas!
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