Early Start
Another cooler start to the day on this late July morning, grey clouds ride the wide fenland skies with hints of coming rain and not a leaf moves on the trees as if they sit waiting for the waters to start falling. The odd early traffic rumbles by as folk head to work yet the green little world of the bead maker sits here deep in the fens like a small piece of nature lost in the open countryside, red, black and white currants hang from lush green branches while the kitchen garden is rich with fresh produce and under the eye of the Lord Robin who sits on his ivy clad post.
Young thrush and finches work the garden with fresh colours of new feather making them look so new, every day they grow and learn, no more those young helpless chicks who were fed on bush and tree, now proud cocks who display their new colours and who will visit my feeders this coming winter, new performers for my cold winter theatre they will be and next summer they will feed young of their own under my gaze.
Long long days have again ruled this last week, the heat at times did make this bead hermit slow but his flame did still burn, the second quiet month this summer with sales so slow but worried thoughts are no answer and on I go with beads of colour filling the kiln, summer reds and blues mingle with yellow and greens, pinks and purples dance together bringing smiles on faces as village fate and fair roll over my mind, nice thoughts that keep my heart beating strong.
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