The fact that there is only about 200# of red dirt claymay be effecting the scale of this a.m.'s pots.
It's lunch time and while I'm down at the house and near the Tower of Power, I thought I'd share with you the cozy scene in the shop this morning. Just imagine the clouds outside breaking into blue after two days of sogginess. The air is crisp and breezy. Inside the woodstove is keeping things warm . Jack has found a cozy place on the floor near the stove and breaks into a pant from time to time. The clip clop of the treadle wheel sounds as I throw these 10 oz. little pots. It's a good day to be making pots.
