This plum tree was dying, so that's why they cut it. There was very soft wood on the inside, white and cork-like texture.
I am so drawn to pieces like this. You know this already. I see knots and decay and twisty bits and my heart lights up.
I axed and axed and axed and within what was left of that log, I managed to fit this spoon. It had the bark on initially but I think that log surrendered completely after all.
So here she is, naked, still twisted and with all the scars an old tree will show you. Still plenty left of her to tell the tale.