I always enjoyed playing in the mud.
My siblings and I spent countless hours enjoying the cooling textures of mud in and around the rain puddles left by generous clouds. We splashed and “swam” and rolled and paddled in the shallow warmth of liquid earth. We coated our sturdy, sun browned legs and arms, creating patterns and sometimes just waiting to read the wisdom in the cracks forming as the mud dried. Our mother, on our return from these earthbound expeditions, would stand barring the door, lips pursed with weariness at the thought of washing five small children, in the yard, with prescious water hand drawn from the truck-fed well.
I belonged to a Potter’s Guild, and managed to get into the studio to work a few times a month. At that time the responsibilities of parenting required a great deal of my time and commitment, making the hour and a half bus trip, followed by a thirty minute walk, to the studio impractical and eventually impossible. I abandoned my interest with regret.
While on holiday I visited an art supply store and purchased some clay. Then I purchased the used book The Potter’s Primer by Eleanor Chroman, to review the basics. I have purchased a very small kiln, which arrived today in Toronto, and is waiting for me to arrive in turn, in my very small car, to pick it up.
I am going to play in the mud again.
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By the Easy Chair
My Mother's Lovers
by Christopher Hope
Bird song, private planes and dynamite blasts - quite a combination.
A few clouds
Feels Like 33
Wind N 13km/h
Pressure 102.03 kPa
Visibility 14.0 km
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