Did you know that dragonflies fly! So when life finally takes a breath, I am my own woman once more and I do frivolous things. Yesterday I pootled down to the creek. It delights me.… The peaceful fascination of pootling down to the creek
I actually hate being rushed. Sometimes deadlines are the only way I keep moving though. This kiln load of pots were made on the ragged edge of my time and energy. I am so pleased… Phew – last minute firing = beautiful pots!
I find this time of year quite difficult. Perhaps its more difficult since becoming a parent. It just feels like as the year moves toward the end there are more and more activities to jam… The end of the year – All used up