I immediately got to work bringing shelving in, boards, reclaiming my clay, and sat at the potters wheel with a big smile. I could hear the wind gusts as it carried large fluffy snowflakes passed the windows surrounding me in the studio. It isn't the warmest room in the house, but that view is worth it!
With the company of my pottery pitbull Chance, I got to work. The clay was cold, but the warm water in my bucket kept my hands toasty and my heart happy. A quick glance at my computer showed me I had a message from Joy talking about how weather like this makes her think about the feet of her pots. Recording the day and the event on the bottom of her pots. It brought back a memory of my aunt's collection of antique redware by Lester Breininger, who would write messages about the day and the scene that surrounded him while he made the pots. Moments such as "bumble bees are buzzing" or "picked raspberries today."