Make sure you read stories 2 through 6 for some amazing pottery-related adventure tales.
Here are Craig, Sean, and Karl. It was Sean who invited us in to see the pottery works and have a peek into the kiln.
He told us that if we showed his photo to anyone to be sure to say that he was Sean.
Judging by the twinkles in their eyes, it seems highly likely that these guys are descendants of Big John and his prankster pals.
Have you seen Earington Reay in our yard? No? And you are not likely to.
Our faithful travel companion has incredible tolerance for carting home souvenirs, but there are limits. He has never uttered the words "over my dead body", but perhaps as in the case of Miss Hinemarch that is how it will have to be if we are to have a garden decorated with salt-glazed pottery.
We call our version Slat Back Rocker. Deckchairs are for those with long attention spans and good concentration skills. Avid book readers and Sudoku fans for example. Rocking chairs are for multitaskers. Activities such as rocking, beverag sipping, gossiping, and neighborhood surveillance are easily done simultaneously.
What's your chair type?
Here's hoping that the recipient of this little piece finds time to sit a spell to reflect on her recent big accomplishment
Recently a visitor to our house asked, while gently petting some pussy willows in a vase on the table in front of her, "What's the deal with these fuzzysticks?"
Who does not know about pussy willows?
Someone who grew up in the urban southwest, that's who. And if we were to visit Arizona we might well ask, "What's the deal with these pricklesticks?" Or something like that. We know very little if anything about the habits of cacti having never been farther southwest than Oklahoma.
A dinner table discussion of the biology of catkins followed. Yes, that is what the buds of salix discolor and some other plants such as poplar and aspen are called. Our in house biologists took on the topic, but we still had a few questions. This article gives much more information about a traditional harbinger of spring that we typically think of in only that way, and not as the reproductive part of a common, but beloved native shrub.
Sorry to disappoint, but pussy willows don't turn into live kittens. Thankfully that reality hasn't kept artists from creating charming depictions of that possibility.