A Cooler Monday To Start The Week
Hedgerows drip with gentle summer rain on this early Monday morning, grey skies cover the fenland as cool winds make the ripe wheat and barley dance across the rich acreage that rolls over the world of marsh, drove and fen tiger.
My hopes for a better week are strong and my fingers crossed while the days pass, never have sales been so slow and for once my thoughts are finding their way to another life, another life without beads, maybe a life away from this home we made, sad thoughts of giving up cross my mind now every day and maybe all my fighting is done. Until this time arrives I stay in my world of beads and carry on with smiles and belief as that is all I have, still I make those beads of glass that fill my kiln and still I watch my flame with wide eyes like some small child at the toy shop window.
A busy day with my flame stands ahead of me, a day of trials and experimental fun awaits with colours and forms to try and on this day a cooler barn will welcome this bead maker and his thoughts, a day of gas change and bead cleaning while the rains fall over his little world.
Tomorrow a clay day will I hope emerge and a seat by the pond from which pots will be thrown will be my work place, once more my fingers will happily play in that wet clay and bowls and pots will dry in the sun.
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