Pottery

Pottery

? Yet, O LORD, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of Your hand. Isaiah 64:8

My parents house has a little cellar.

It’s divided into two little rooms. When you come down, you enter the first room, and it looks like most cellars do. Shelves of food, boxes of potatoes and pumpkins, and two freezers.

But to the left there is a door, and when you look through that door, you come to the more unusual part of the cellar. It is my dads workplace. He has a more normal workplace in a shed in the garden, with tools and seeds and such, but this is his pottery workplace. If you can’t find him anywhere and it’s summer, he’ll be somewhere in the garden.

If you can’t find him anywhere and it is winter,? he’s bound to be in his pottery workshop.

I love coming in there and taking a peek. There’s always something interesting to find. Or just to chat with dad while he is working on t

he wheel. Making something new. Sometimes he makes something that I really think very pretty. Then, […]