Jugs.

Time to move on from Christmas but I must say letting

go of the Christmas tree is always hard.

In France decorations stay until the end of the month

so I'll let the tree stay just a week longer.

All my adult life I've loved jugs and over the years my collection has grown.


In latter years I've bought from potters but have also looked at
and bought old jugs from brocantes,
 they would have been used everyday in the household.

Dried white hydrangea flowers in a brocante find jug.

I am lucky to have a big, deep window ledge in the kitchen.
Its on the north facing wall and was put in by Mr P
 to give us more light.
The old houses don't have windows in their north facing walls.
The depth of the window is because the stone walls are just so thick.

Some of my jugs sit there and I look at them everyday and everyday
 I love them and their simple elegant forms.

Some of the jugs hold seed heads drying and because their forms
 fit well with the simplicity of the jugs.

The sprig of heather was given to me last summer  by the grandson of our neighbour
who lives an amazing chateau, her grandchildren
 normally come for a holiday in the summer.
Its special to me, it was such a lovely thing to do.

I have a few little pots like the salt glazed one in this photograph. I use them for salt and this one is
filled with garlic.



A very grey day here, because we live at the top of the hill above the forest we hold onto the mist, sometimes all day.
Later I will get on with some art work.