The Flavour of a Stoke

Four in the morning, a blessedly cool night [today will be hard work in the heat],stoking the kiln with Pnina,just back from Oz,Michael the potter's son [from Oz] and Eran,a local flautist.Notice the Log That Wouldn't Fit In- an occasional feature of the business. In the early hours of the morning,we initiated Eran into the mysteries of the kiln,letting him face the heat of the firemouth and load logs into the kiln for a couple of hours. I think he is a changed man. When I left this afternoon,the kiln was at 980 degrees,and in Meir's safe and loving hands. Happy Purim!