Every morning, I wake up early and make my way to my workshop on the farm. The sounds of roosters crowing fill the air, and I take a deep breath, feeling invigorated and ready to start the day.
My workshop is a small wooden shed that sits next to the barn, and I take great care in ensuring that it’s clean and tidy before I begin my work. I sweep the dirt floor and arrange my tools on my workbench, feeling a sense of calm as I prepare for the day ahead.
Once everything is in order, I begin work on my current project. I heat and cool the steel, forging it into intricate patterns that are the hallmark of Damascus steel. It’s a physically and mentally demanding process that requires an unwavering focus and steady hand.
As I work, the farm bustles with activity. Chickens cluck and peck at the ground, and the horses neigh as they’re led out to the fields.
Despite the interruptions, I stay focused on my work, my mind constantly turning over new ideas and techniques. As the sun begins to set, I finish up my current project, carefully cleaning and polishing the blade until it shines like a mirror. I pack up my tools and lock the door to my workshop, feeling satisfied with a day’s work well done.
For me, every day on the farm is a celebration of my craft. I take great pride in my work, knowing that each knife I create is a testament to my skill and dedication. My knives are more than just tools; they are works of art, and I’m grateful to be able to continue the legacy of my family’s craft in such a beautiful and serene setting.
