5b

As I walked into my uncle's shop I had no expectations. A sign on the door read-Zeb's shop Enter at own risk. I pushed open the door totally unprepared for what awaited me on the other side. There were tools everywhere. Hammers neatly hung up on the wall. A bucket overflowing with nuts and bolts. Screw drivers, all lined up in a row, in order of size. Saws, wrenches, Nails, screws, and any other toll you could think of was there in that little shop. i looked over at a long counter that ran the perimeter of the shop. I saw half-finished projects of all kinds just lying there, waiting to be completed. However as a looked closer I noticed the attention and detail in every project. The ornate carvings on the side of a bird house. The exactness of the carvings on the side of a rocking chair. Then there was the most magnificent, mini sail boat sitting in the center of the room. Every detail was perfect, not a hair out of place. The name of the boat was Maria, and the handwriting used to inscribe it was an art all by itself. My Uncle Zeb was amazing.