The sun has been out for several days now. It's wonderful to see and enjoy from the confines of my home. The wind has been blowing for it seems two weeks now, it wakes me frequently at night.
This morning as I stood by the kitchen sink eating a late breakfast I watched 1 to 6 Starlings coming and going, eating whatever bugs (?) on the bare ground spots in front of each garage door. Most people hate Starlings, Crows and Blackbirds, not me.
I enjoy the very activity of Starlings, they march, head down looking intently for food while doing this little Charlie Chaplin march. It's funny to watch. I have 3 crows that come and go in the back yard. One crow is there right now in the afternoon sun. It's pecking away at the little bits of suet that the Woodpeckers drop while they feast.
Crows are wily birds, careful, observant, used to being shot by some person. Well maybe not here, but in the cities where people hate crows. Next month the crows will flock in my yard and side yard where the beech nuts survived the winter and the deer. They wait to sprout, but mostly snatched up, gobbled up by hungry birds and animals.
I have numerous kinds of Woodpeckers in the yard now. Some this is their first winter, like the very pretty Red-bellied Woodpecker. The rest of them are around all the time. Pileated, Downy, Hairy, oh yes the beautiful Red-headed who I have seen only once at the bird feeder. He is so gorgeous!
Pottery.... now that is a very long story, explanation, excuse, procrastination, and great source of aggravation, frustration, guilt.....but my heart still is in the mud.
I put another 20 pounds of red clay in water last night and have not checked it yet. It had some white mold on it and smelled mildewey. It won't hurt the clay though from what I have learned about clay.
Regrets, Mary Mother of God, I have a lifetime of them. Let's see? There is no use of going down the mile long 60 year long list, I have one good reason, the best one in a lifetime for trying to do pottery. Well two reasons,
it will make me happy
Me being happy will make my daughter smile and probably shed a little tear.
I love you! Elizabeth, with all my heart and soul.
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