I really don't know where the time goes. Last week went by in a blur, but it was full of good things. First, I did get the 850. It isn't a wagon, but the seats fold down and I'm hoping hoping I can get all of my market gear in - shelves, tent, etc. I really mourned velva-the-volvo's passing. But I'm hoping that she has a future with someone else.
I threw quite a bit. I made lots. A whole kiln load. All good. And I experimented with plates. That hurt my arms, so I put the idea of wheel-thrown plates out of my mind. Can't do it without pain, so there's no reason to entertain ideas of doing so. Beginning to figure out slab-built options for plates.
I sauced and canned eight pounds of heirloom tomatoes. That a fellow at the market gave me as he was packing up. They were catfaced- you know, puckered, multi-lobed, a little scarred, full of character, if a tomato can have such a thing. Really yummy sauce made from organic tomatoes. Free organic tomatoes. So I made this farmer a tomato leaf mug. I'll show you later this week.
One night I stayed out for an extra hour with a friend and I realized that she is one of my life mentors. It is so good to have those kind of people in your life- people you can learn from just by watching, and conversation with them only deepens your understanding of their wisdom. I feel really blessed to be actively involved with a multi-generational group of women. I learn so much from my time with them.
And the figs are in. I'm picking three times a day. My largest mixing bowl is full of figs in the fridge. I'm looking for teeny giftable-size canning jars to make rosemary-lemon-fig jam. And thinking on how I'll fit in jam-making to my pottery (and swimming) schedule this week. The chickens like figs, too. That's fun.
Ok. I hope you had a good weekend and have a good week. I'll see you later.