During this week I was able to restore a basket for a friend from up North. It’s a fine, sturdy market basket with some wear and tear, not uncommon in such a basket. It’s age is beyond me, it’s not as brittle as I’ve experienced. That always breaks my heart, as it literally broke apart under my touch. But, this one has more strength then I had thought. As I worked I imagined the weaver was quite satisfied with their work, I hope I’ve done it justice. There is a certain spirit you encounter when you repair the past, it’s not in a hurry and it’s calming, like an old friend visiting, you hadn’t realized you needed that visit.