Too much going on: midsummer came before I was aware.
One of the too much has involved impersonating Pickford’s Repository. My wheel spent the winter in a damp and dirty garage. I liberated it with hideous thumps and metallic scrapings. This ancient abused lump of machinery still turns, though with the kick in its gallop even more pronounced.
I scoured corrosion from the wheelhead
the corner of the house was needed to de-rust the potter’s knife
washed my favourite tools
and located a still-malleable lump. Wedging up was enough for tonight.