Every autumn the leaves fall around the old walnut. Piling up around its gnarled trunk. The tree looks on. “Some day” it thinks “my wood will be sawn up into square flat boards that will never be as beautiful as my falling leaves, drying and curling at my feet”.

Black walnut (natural inside, stained outside). Sapwood runs through and mingles with the curves.

Food safe oil/wax finish

Shipping included in the continental United States.