blue moon and the night blooming ceres

This blossom only lasts for one night, and quite often I completely miss it. But I've been watching my Ceres closely. One of the advantages of the drought is I am out in the garden every evening watering with our bath water. I knew this was the night and I was rewarded for my vigilance. So thank you Jim Kitson for these cuttings and I hope you are out there somewhere in the heavens viewing these too.

never let your guard down

We came home from a weekend away and guess what we found? We had been invaded. The army had moved in and set up guard. It may take months for us to capture them all and move them out.

I like bowls

 

This is a Heath bowl. I bought it after my brother died. Somehow I needed a connection to Marin county and this was it. I grew up with Heath ashtrays. Every household had them. An odd connection, but a connection. I always use this bowl when I make egg or tuna salad.

 

These are Gary Holt bowls. Over the years I've collected them two at a time. I'm up to eight. The size remained the same, the glazes changed. I've talked to him about this, how much I've enjoyed watching the changes. Some of my favorite dinners are one bowl dinners served in these.

 

This is a Rachel Deist bowl. I love her glaze, and the shape.

 

Here are some more Gary Holt on the left, and my friend Barbara Gregory's on the right. I like all of these so much I keep them on the counter.

This is the smallest of Barbara's bowls, I told her I feel like I'm holding birds nest when I pick it up.

So last Sunday I entered a new path of bowls, felted bowls. It all started with this:

And then it has lead to this:

Somewhere in the midst of the small felted bowls, I tried this:

 

Which was a failure as a bowl, but all of sudden I realized it would make a great cloche. And so now I am onto:

I'll give you an update on how this project turns out. I'm making up the rules (pattern) as I go along.