How can I have lived to be 50+ years old and not have heard of a Strawberry Moon?
I don't get it. I try to keep up on the ol' vocab, like any respectable lexophile. But I knew nothing about the Strawberry Moon. And apparently there is one every year. EVERY YEAR folks. I am gobsmacked.
My firstborn was working in Poland recently and brought me back three gorgeous pieces of Polish pottery. I am smitten. The handiwork is quite impressive.
I have long admired pottery, from an aesthetic perspective, as well as from a utilitarian point of view. There is a short list of essential items needed to survive, and 'a vessel in which to carry water' is on that list. When archaeologists unearth old ruins, broken earthenware pots are invariably found somewhere in the area.
I wanted to try pottery back in the day; I felt that the clay and I might have a thing.
My husband gave me a gift certificate for pottery classes one year as a Christmas gift. Yes! A chance to release my inner potter.
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