Wet Autumn Morning

Dark, Wet And A Touch Cold

   Winter is really on it's way here in the flat lands, I sit with my cuppa writing this update while huge black clouds carry rain off towards the coast and fine drizzle falls upon the dark soils so rich here in the fens The conifer trees that edge the rear garden dance that strange dance that only the winds of East Anglia can produce and gone now are any chances of a warmer morning with signs of winter's arrival all around us.
   The golden tree jewellery starts to lay as a autumn carpet that children love to walk in and kick just as I did all those years ago, rusty leaves fall from pear, apple and plum, while coal smoke fills the morning air and street light shimmers in puddles, everything I love about autumn is there outside for me to watch like some massive stage production of which I have a front seat.
   It was another early start for me this morning, another walk across a dark garden to open up the barn, that quiet hour before those early workers start to pass, those first birds singing waiting for dawn as I empty the bead kiln with excitement.
   Today will be another busy one for me, there are beads to make, clean and photograph, there are bowls and pots to trim and I hope this will be followed by more pieces being thrown on my wheel, who on earth ever said the life of a bead maker was a nice easy one !!
   These are the days when I miss my Marley and still I find myself looking down at his favourite space next to my bench expecting him to be laying there sleeping in the warmth of my kiln, a winter without him really isn't a nice thought but I'm sure Sam will be there getting in trouble as normal and I guess it's just life passing by even if it is far too fast at times.
   Ok I'm heading back to my torch and a rainbow of glass rods waiting in turn to help me in my work, the barn is warming and the rain still falling so this bead maker is a happy one.