Winter is when I tend to notice birch trees the most whether against the backdrop of a brilliantly cold blue sky or a misty gray day. I love how tall and slender they are while their ridges and knots highlight how they always seem to lean or bend slightly from the upright.
One appeared in my front yard last year, and now I have a whole troop or gregarious of these lovely, but poisonous mushrooms.
After I’ve thrown, trimmed, and attached handles to my porcelain mugs, I begin the mishima process of inlaying a design to the surface.
Fields of summer flowers in an untamed meadow always make me smile. In Seattle, the summer months always bring out these delights in my neighborhood.