This is my season. I love autumn, I love chilly crisp mornings and clear blue skied days and sunsets that are flaming and big bright moons. I love the changing of colours in the hedgerows and the tree tops, the colours of autumn feel like they are mine, they suit my own colouring and of course of my pots. I love the fruits, the blackberries, and the pies they make, and the firm round rose hips that each year I plan to make syrup from and somehow never get around to it.
It’s somehow a little sad too, it does make me worry a little about the winter and how I’ll cope with the long dark nights and of course the swallows have gone and so the farmyard is somehow emptier and the fields have all been cut short and most now been ploughed over for the next time.
It doesn’t stop, out there in the world, everything keeps on keeping on. I have however been keeping on keeping on for too long and I have come to a halt. It’s taken all my energy to keep my head and keep organised enough to sort myself for the shows of the last few weeks and the reorganising in between and trying to solve the glaze issues that are plaguing me. I got home on monday evening after Ceramics in the City which was a brilliant show for me, I sold lots of great pots to lots of great people so thank you all. It has all taken it’s toll now though and I am floundering again. I’ll not go on, you really don’t want to know what the inside of my head is like at present save to say that it isn’t a pretty sight.
I have two new friends at the workshop at the moment though, they might make their way home with me at some point but this week they are keeping my company down there, a little sprigged Doug Fitch jug and a wee ash glazed Phil Rogers jug. They are constantly twittering away together on the window sill, when I go closer enough to hear them though they stop talking and sit quietly. I’d love to know what they are discussing.