Sunday, June 2, 2013



I love that words have such power when you are three.
When you are three words need to be repeated over and over.
Once is just not enough.
You don't hop.
You hop, hop, hop.
You don't stop.
You stop, stop, stop.
You don't have toes.
You have pickle toes.....

After two nights of sleep, since the girls headed home, we are heading out to work on pots, pots pots.
MJ deciding  if she could walk home.......
We have orders that are due sooner than we would like to admit.

Time for us to hop, hop, hop on those pots.
we loved feeding chickens

best new use for a cleaned out glaze pan-water in the yard.
 Bye, time to get my pickle toes to work,work,work!


smartcat said...

Time to stop the play, play, play and hop on pots! Mara is adorable.

Michèle Hastings said...

fun, fun, fun!

smalltownme said...

Pickle toes! Adorable!

Shannon said...

now, that looked like a sweet blast of summers of yore! that must be one of the powerful gifts of children, is getting to step back thru one's good memories.

Jimmy Randolph said...

What a joy to share life's wonders with a child; she's amazing!

Richard Hattaway said...

Turn, turn, turn (c:

Richard Hattaway said...

turn, turn, turn (c: ..

Amy said...

precious children. beautiful pictures! poetically written. .

Kings Creek Pottery said...

With a smile on your face you'll hop, hop, hop! What a delight she is!!

cookingwithgas said...

Thanks! We are enjoying this new role of grand parents.

Gary's third pottery blog said...

ohhhhhhh :)