It's harvest time in Niagara. Grapes that were once hand picked are now fingered by a large million dollar tractor. Farming and pottery share a lot of similarities. Who cares that the grapes are bruised and mechanically picked? Who cares that pots are made by hand? Who cares that the Windsor chair that I sit in each morning was made by hand on a treadle lathe and no glue was used? I remain one that still cares. I also care that my neighbour Dr. Pumpkin still has the honour system of payment at his squash and pumpkin booth. That was the norm here for decades and decades. A jar with a slot in the lid was the cash register of rural Niagara. Look at these little gourds that Dr. P gave me for Sheila's harvest display in the showroom. How do you compete with Mr. Nature? Seems like a blog full of questions, today. I wonder what's on my mind? Ooopss that was another question. I lost another friend this week. Bob Rix was a fellow teacher that had a HUGE influence on my teaching style. Bob taught me to relax and enjoy the students and the process. I am in mourning today.