Carpenter

Isn't it strange, thought the carpenter, that no two pieces of lumber are exactly alike?

Though grown of the same mother tree, cut by the same father saw, each piece owns it's unique twists and curves in different ways.

Then he stepped back to look at the spindle he had just attached to the handrail. On the porch that would hold the rocking chair, that has it's own spindles. Smaller, but born of an equally proud mother tree.

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

Nicely written. No two pieces ever alike, no matter if they come from identical sources. And no matter who we all are, we are all wonderfully unique, in a mind numbing array of ways.
Thank you so much for sharing. I really enjoyed this.

[Becky]

Thank you for your kind words. I am happy to know you enjoyed it.

[alifeacoustic]

You are very welcome.