Winter took a long time to come this year, but as sure as ever, it is here at last.  For me the cold means closing down my studio, and moving everything into my basement until the temperatures are mostly above freezing again.  In Vermont, that usually means late March or early April.  Though I have a heat source, I cannot keep the barn warm enough to risk that my precious clays and glazes won’t freeze.  Even with the heat on, there comes a point where I just can’t be warm enough in there to work anyway.  Clay is cold and damp as it is.

So even though it was a muddy Christmas, and we were able to barbecue instead of ski, I was not complaining at all because it meant that I could keep making pottery in my studio.  This was the furthest into the winter that I have ever been able to keep working, and I was happy.

The winter is when I can take stock, regroup, plan my future, do all of my clerical work, and dream about what I want to make next.  I usually find myself making a few things in the basement, but in a 200 year old farm house, it is not the most pleasant place to work.

Even though I am a hearty Vermonter and go outside nearly every day for long walks, I kind of endure the winter, and I long for the days when I can pick fresh plants and flowers and make more botanical pottery pieces.