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Pottery Thoughts

My March Madness

My March Madness

Winter Thoughts -

Ellison Bay Pottery barn covered with snow     Do we talk about the weather too much?  Do we discuss how much we love the cold or winter or the snow? Or how ready we are for spring?  I'm getting tired of the 'I'm tired of the snow' talk now. The "Bring on Spring" conversations are bugging me a little.  Why? It's a ridiculous idea.  It's March in NE Wisconsin.  It's March. There is no spring here in March.  No flowers or buds or bugs or birds or beautiful mornings on the porch with a coffee.    
      Melting snow=mud=mess=extreme sadness.  That's what we've got to live through once the snow is gone and before we get spring.  And spring is here for a mini-second.  Then it's summer and we wonder if we missed spring again. I prefer winter--it's clean. The dog poo freezes. The mosquitoes are dead. And I've got a cozy fire to sip my coffee next to. And a comfy chair.  I'd love to go to sleep now and wake up on Memorial Day. 

The importance of Flowers

Amaryllis blooming
This Christmas gift gave us plenty of deep rich red color throughout February. 

This is NOT a lemonade story

Years ago this clump birch that stands outside the kiln shed/next to the raku pad was healthy and strong but as trees do, it began to fail.  The tree trimmer came in and cut down the dead parts of the clump. I almost cried.  It was so naked, alone and frail almost.  In a serendipitous moment, I noticed the vases on the side porch that were destined for the second sale. I knew that they would fit just right
on the newly created stumps, so before the tree trimmers were even finished cleaning up I had moved the tallest vases to the clump. Two handthrown pottery vases outside in the snow                                                                                             Throughout the years some of the vases were knocked over by wind or dogs or people and broke. Even with sand in the bottom, that would happen.  Sometimes I wanted new vases on the stumps. I left these on the tree way too long before I finally put them away for the winter.  First, though-photo time!

 

We are working in the studio, reading pottery books, moving snow (not me, John does that), walking dogs, stacking and burning wood, hauling wood ash, cleaning snow off the roof, visiting medical pros (we're a little older :) and we've learned it's an older person "hobby"), reading and having a few naps. These are all good winter activities for creatives and makers. We're taking a very nice break and refueling, giving our brains some room and time to work without our interference. It's working, too.  It's an exciting time in the studio.  

 

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The Joy of Winter at our Pottery in Door County

                       It's quiet at our pottery in Door County in the winter. I don't mean no customers. I mean, it's QUIET. The snow muffles the noise cars and other vehicles make. And softens the grinding and scraping noises the snowplow makes while it's cleaning the highway.
                        When I take the dogs out first thing in the morning, before the sun is even up, I can hear the little chickadees and nut-hatches and other winter birds chirping or otherwise talking to each other, or maybe to themselves.
                          Snowfall at night is another time I like to escape our warm and cozy barn. Sometimes I leave those puppies inside so I can focus on the sound snow makes falling on the snowy ground. Or feel each flake touch my face. I've never grown out of the whole magic of snow and my fear of slipping on ice hasn't crushed my appreciation of winter's beauty.
                       Getting back into the studio means making lists of products to make, inventory holes that need filling, brainstorming new ideas and eliminating products that just didn't get the response we hoped for. Taxes. Paperwork. Accountants.
                    BIDNESS takes over and soon I stop going outside for fun and only for a run to the Post Office. I spend too much time here, online, managing our online presence and not enough time in the studio. John spends all his time in the studio with breaks to clear snow, haul out wood-ash and haul in wood for our wood stove.
                     So that's why this afternoon I grabbed my phone and John, slipped my naked feet in my big snow boots and slipped outside with my fleecy red robe over my clothes so John could take some photos of me reading and sipping coffee while sitting on my bench on our circle. It's where you will find me as the early morning sun peeks over our building when the weather is finer. Grabbing a quiet moment before the hullabaloo of the season propels us forward to another wonderful, quiet, beautiful winter day in the snow.
We're open every day here in the winter but we don't get too many adventurous souls down Garrett Bay Rd. Those who do usually ask us what there is to do up here all winter. There are other questions but this is probably number one.
It's pretty busy up here with music and theater, silent sports and raucous broom-ball, learning and volunteering everywhere. We focus on reading, walking, napping, visiting and filling our shelves with more beautiful pottery that makes our life wonderful, and yours, too.

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