Thoughts Of Clay

A Head Full Of Pots


   Warmer days point this bead maker towards the thoughts of clay, early summer afternoons sat by ponds throwing pots and bowls until the sun sets and buckets of glaze in which they wash. For the last week my mind has seen nothing but pot designs, shape and sizes rush around in my thoughts doing crazy dances, too quick for me to note like a mad butterfly never stopping on one bloom, my dreams flicker from one piece to another.
   This week it starts, no more waiting and wishing for the spin of my wheel, at last the feel of wet clay will touch my fingers and pots will dry on shelves once more. The long cold winter is over and my clay room will once again become active, my days will be busy with both flame and wheel and kilns of both glass and clay will warm my heart on every morning.
   A warm morning we enjoy on this day of rest with just gentle fen winds and bright skies to welcome us, still the soil lays damp from last nights rain yet soon it will dry and gardens will be busy in the week ahead.
   A day of work for me with beads to make and barn to tidy, old carpet to remove and glass displays to clean, an exciting time for us and such a nice fresh change to my little barn of magic.