I worked alongside Sam for

I worked alongside Sam for a few days, milling Redgum that would become our wedding tables, the built-in seats of the deck where we ate breakfast in the morning sun and farewelled the last light at the end of the day. Sam knew it was special stuff, or perhaps he was a part of making it so.
As we cut into the first log the happiness on his face, amongst the cloak of sawdust and ocean of noise was infectious. “That’s furniture grade” he shouted, right I thought, I don’t know that I can ever cut this up, it’s too good. I almost never did.

Working with Sam was just easy, taking smoko with Sam was just as easy, as if we had been doing this together for years. Working, resting, laughing and connecting, in all these times at ease, that’s rare, that’s a pretty special quality he brought to every interaction.
I reckon a part of that special Sam is imbued in the redgum, because he cared to connect to all that was around him.

Thanks for the connection Sam.