and it is time to go up!
Lately I have been making pots that allow the hands to work and the mind to play.
Slap- bowl-slap-bowl-slap bowl.
Rinse and repeat.
The mind can just do its thing while the hands- whoops, bowl.....work on their own.
Friday as I took inventory of the next kiln load, bowl, I thought it might be time to move up.
The wine/spoon crocks turned to vases and soon turned to bottles.
Felt good to stop going out and move up a bit.
Mark must have been on the same wave length.
I looked over and these American Jugs were coming off his wheel.
There is nothing like just sleep walking through life is there?
The other night I had a dream with my sister Lee in it.
We were working on some wall pieces in purple and green her favorite colors.
Mark was sitting in a chair off to the side.
There was laughter and then I spoke to her and she was gone.
The dream moved on but she never came back.
No purple here but here is another shot of the Clematis.
I must say she is really putting out.
And before I leave I confess I watch some of the wedding.
I swear I saw Doug Fitch there!
But really the hats! Oh my gosh the hats! The hats were worth the time!
OH, we picked lettuce and Chard yesterday- yum!