August 17, 2010

Foggy Garden Morning

Somewhere in that building on the hill the clay sits, the platters wait the cutting of the trimming tool. But all the while the garden grows. The weeds grow too! And for the early morning after Stacey left for school with the girls, I made my way through the wet grass, past crickets, past the chickens to the garden.
I look at all of this with my potter's eyes, the artist's filter, looking for pattern, texture, smells, and color!
I liked the holes left by bugs on the leaves.
Potato blossoms just before opening actually have potato shapes!
Watermelons got thumped. But we can possibly eat all of them! Maybe a watermelon party!

Now up the hill to the shop for, hopefully, a productive day!