This spring PK and I have been taking a pottery class. We do this from time to time, not pottery, but art classes. It's a great way to tune out the world, relax and set aside one evening a week when we are forced to slow down, relax and just feel clay slip through our fingers. I wish I had pictures from the class-but sadly, the camera would have suffered the same clay-splattered fate as all our clothing and second-best towels. I had never tried to throw a pot before, and it turned out to be quite difficult, but in a fun, challenge yourself kind of way. Tonight I pulled my very first pot from the kiln...and it was a perfect fit for the cyclamen that bloomed all winter long.