Juli is giving me pea soup to eat (she makes it in batches and has containers of it frozen). I like pea soup – as I've blogged before.
Today she gave me a bowl to put my pea soup in, and pointed out that my father had made the bowl. Really.
Back when I was quite young, my father and mother had a potter's wheel in the back shed at our house in Arcata. Both of them made pottery at various points. Apparently Juli has inherited portions of the collection that had been built up there – which is logical, as she and Keith were also members of the same community at that time.
So here is my pea soup. After I was finished, I washed my bowl and took it outside to photograph my father's signature on the bottom of the bowl.
[daily log: walking, 2km]