And as I sat and watched and relaxed while dinner was being prepared, I glanced at the butcher's block on our table. A simple piece of wood brought home by the Artist's father. Passing by a church under renovation, he noticed the wooden doors being replaced due to rot along the bottom and asked if he could have a piece. The worker gladly cut him this piece. Unremarkable? Perhaps, except that this particular church is where he married his sweetheart. Not just anyone has a cutting board made from a church door, where they were married no less.
~Be well friends
Joining the Homestead Barn Hop today.