Seeley Swan Pathfinder -

Six years ago this month, my parents gifted John and I a wooden bowl as a wedding gift. It had been carved out of one of the eight walnut trees in the backyard I had grown up in, after they decided  to cull the trees on the orchard our house had been built on back in the 70s. 

In the last few years the walnut bowl has lived in different spots around our home in Philipsburg. I haven't known exactly how to make use of it. Its ridges are as rough as the limbs my brother and I built tree forts on; it is wide, but shallow, not really made to be a bowl for food. Maybe jewelery, I thought once,...