Hung to dry

It's a beautiful day in Björkhagen. Sun is out, birds singing, loaves are rising and soon to be baked, and a few coats of shellac has been applied to the three ukes in progress. These will be my numbers 61, 62 and 63. 

The two miniatures are identical apart from the spruce tops. One is very tightly grained and the other one not so. In this size I don't think any difference in sound will be due to that, but I thought both the scrap pieces looked charming. My friend Robert will get to choose one for himself, the other one will go to the raffle in Hollesley.