Wandering, I find pottery guardians in the garden.
Am I in Wales?  Elsewhere, I think.



A glimpse of the ceramics studio and sheep field beyond,
with a table topped with an old piece of slate
that Meri traded for some concrete blocks.



A headless and quartered creature
pinned to the boards!



Meri Wells's studio, with a view of field and mountain.



Here I am rambling the yard--
earth