
The Life and Death of the Hawthorn Tree
After decades of pink spring flowers and bright autumn fruit, we regretfully watched a 30 foot tall Hawthorn tree slowly succumb to pressures of the tree beetle. My brothers and I carefully brought it down and harvested the lumber. Being tradesmen in wood craft, we fell in love with the lower trunk burl wood. We were so blown away by the grain pattern and color that we switched off the excavator and hand excavated the root system to preserve the integrity of this indelible wood. It seemed fitting to inlay this remarkable wood into our premium espresso hand tools in hopes that it can live on forever.
