Showing posts with label pottery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pottery. Show all posts

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Dancing Bear at The Nightime Circus

Danny O'Dare, the dancing bear,
Ran away from the County Fair,
Ran right up to my back stair
And thought he'd do some dancin' there.

He did the Polka, he did the Twist,
He bent himself into a pretzel like this.
He did the waltz and the boog-a-loo
He did the hokey pokey too.
He did the bop and the mashed potato,
He did the Split and the See Ya Later.
And now he's down upon one knee,
bowin' oh so charmingly,
And winkin' and smilin'- Its easy to see,
Danny O'Dare wants to dance with me.

shel silverstein

The Night time Circus animals are found in the woods when off duty, often at the riverside as you can see. There is also Rabbit bareback rider, drum playing Elephant, Tiger of many stripes, and the Lion who could not roar. Admission is free, but it's difficult to find them, they keep they're preformance locations rather quiet. Next time you're in the woods when the stars are cast densely across the sky, and the moon is low, listen for shouts and laughter, oooo's and ahhh's , and you have probably found them.
Their motto is: Pour etre forte. Pour etre libre. Pour la danse!
Att vara stark. Att vara fri. Att dansa!
Para ser fuerte. Para ser libre. Para bailar!
To be strong. To be free. To dance!

xx
julie

juliewhitmorepottery.etsy.com

Monday, June 22, 2009

Heartfelt Giveaway

I feel so lucky. And in large part I owe that to my customers, many who have become friends. I'm showing my gratitude in the form of a honey pot. There's a teapot and pie painted on the front, which is still warm from the oven. A pink house serves as a pull. Its' hand built with a scalloped seam. There's a spoon on the back and what else but a Forget-me-not?
If you are new to my blog, please leave info so I can contact you if your name is drawn.
xx
julie

juliewhitmorepottery.etsy.com

Monday, November 17, 2008

Song Thrush nest


The shearwater lays her egg in a bare hole dug in the peat; The kingfisher gradually ammases fish bones for a bed for a tiny fist sized cave in a riverbank; the song thrush builds its nest in a thick hedge or ivy growing against a wall, and it's as tightly woven as a teacup. My bird books list song thrush along with the wood thrush. One book even shows its song in musical notes! The eggs are beach rocks I've collected from Otter Cove. Bird eggs are full of promise, like Robert Louis Stevenson says
Younger than we are
Oh children and frailer;
Soon in blue air
They'll be singer and sailor.