I almost laughed as I watched my surgeon admiring his handiwork today, i.e., my new hip joint as revealed in an Xray. It is a beautiful bit of work, for sure, and so well done I am bound to end up in a medical text book.
I can remember feeling the same kind of pride years ago, in an article of clothing, newly manufactured by me on my little Singer sewing machine. Craftsmanship is its own reward, even for surgeons.
These days, more than anything else, I miss making things. One of my granddaughters posted the photo above on her Facebook page, showing my SIL’s handiwork this fall as he puts up some of the summer fruits of his labor in his vegetable patch. Some items he will can, some he will dry in the little dehydrator I gave him last year.
Years ago I put up jars of vegetables, grown in my own vegetable patch. These days, I grow flowers, and only a few of those. Keeping a kitchen garden is a lot of work, but it’s own reward.