02/26/2026
Something about the wild edges of a tree feels deliberate, like they remember the wind that shaped them. Beautiful in a way that isn’t polite.
Cherry dark as old blood. Maple pale and watchful. Oak steady, holding the line. The contrast isn’t designed — it’s revealed, the way nature leaves its signature if you’re paying attention.
This one-of-a-kind floor was born from storm-fall on the property.
The trees never really left.
