Well, the sun came up and the world apparently will go on. This is the view from the intersection where the pottery shop sits looking away from the shop. It is a nice quiet spot considering it is on the main street of the town that calls itself a city. When Spring City was incorporated in 1870 or so, the population was large enough to warrant that title. It could not qualify today. I like it small but Spring City does have a nice ring to it.
Yesterday I voted and made pots. Both privileges that I don’t take lightly. I love the feel of wet clay moving in my hands about as much as anything. Rowing a boat and spading up good soil are other things that come to mind. I’ll throw in there the feel of her hand in mine just for good measure.