I often wonder what would happen if things happened differently. Lets say that my son had not heard the chainsaw…or if I had not decided to check out what was going on. These root balls would have been thrown in the landfill. It does make me wonder what other kinds of wooden gold is lying decaying in the bottom of the landfill. Things happen for a reason I suppose. I am thankful that certain things happen though. These Yew vessels certainly have been worth the fight. Worth all the cleaning off with a high pressure nozzle on the end of garden hose. Worth all stopping of the lathe to clean out the dirt and rocks in the small voids. Worth all the sharpening of the tools every 2 minutes. Is this what they call a labor of love?