At the time this photo was snapped, the outside temperature was about 34 degrees. I was sipping my coffee in the kitchen, when I glanced out the window and was transfixed by the young lady creating a pottery bowl on the back deck.
She had been relegated to the deck when, after she used the wheel in the house, clay decorated my walls in a splatter pattern. She is so different than I. I need plans, patterns, instructions. She hates all of that! “I just want to wing it, Mom!” And she does. And she creates beauty. She is beauty. She shines from the inside