Thursday, January 22, 2015

taking some time

Death is nothing at all.
 It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
 Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
 I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
 Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
 Call me by the old familiar name.
 Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
 Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
 Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
 Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
 Life means all that it ever meant.
 It is the same as it ever was.
 There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
 What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner.
 All is well.
 Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
 One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again.
Henry Scott Holland  

Thursday, January 15, 2015

my mother

My mother passed  away this morning with my sister and my daughter at her side.
1/15/15, @ 9:15 am.
Love was in the room
Safe journey.
I love you.

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Oh honey bee, be mine

 Yesterday was honey pot day for me and as I working on the numbers I thought about how we don't always count the lids in our numbers.
 If someone asks you how many pots did you make today, you will tell them I made 15 honey pots. Now, if we are counting the lids as a separate item then if you made 15 bodies and 15 lids in my book of math that is 30 pieces. 
So, I am counting those lids since they were made right along with the honey pots. They are just as important as the bodies, let's stand up for the little guys!

I have tucked away the honey pots with thoughts of making at least another 15. I am still in wonder at a item that has come back into favor along with local honey.
I am a big fan of honey and have been a big fan for many years. I use to make some of my jams with honey. The best tasting was a honey and peach jam. I might have to try that again.
Of course back then honey was not as expensive as it is now.

There was a day several years back when I had a bee keeper come in the shop to ask me if I would sell honey for him. It was local and looked great. He was having a hard time getting anyone to buy it at that time. I asked him how much he need. He asked for 2.00 a pint jar.  I took a case and never did sell it, I tucked it away in my pantry and used every jar.
The other day I bought a jar at the Seagrove Hardware for 10.00. Good increase on the price of honey for the local bee keepers. I hope that by supporting them it keeps them in business.

  Mark is still adding to the mug count, while I am working those honey pots and bowls.

We have some cold days coming this week, possibly a good time to get these all dry and ready for a bisque firing.
Stay warm, I suggest you indulge in some good hot tea with a nice dollop of honey.
Oh, so good.

drying tiles ever so slowly.......