An Early Quiet Start

Summer Treats Us With Mornings Of Sunshine


   Another morning bathed in early sunshine greets us on this day of June, bird call sounds out over the fens and this bead maker sits by his pond with thoughts of the day ahead crossing his busy mind, a day with his flame awaits and yet more silver will enter the blue cones of fire before him, with rock and colours bright it will mingle and the resulting effects I will glean and remember for those cold winter days.
   Nothing but the chatter of finches and far call of the dove cuts through this still morning, the gentle sound of running clear water does whisper to my ears and carp swim through weed while the sun opens up the pond to my eyes, the perfect summer start to a day.

   A happy week it has been with kiln door opening to great gifts every start and silver flashes putting smiles on the faces of customers, encased under that coat of clear crystal glass that leaves nothing unseen. Like the pure waters that fall to my pond every bead found a new way to talk, not one the same yet together they move.