A delightful young woman stopped by the shed this morning while I was pruning (some would say butchering) my apple tree. She had a mixing bowl tucked under her arm. She wanted, or rather her brother wanted, one just like it. I was grateful for another opportunity to mull over my current version of who I am and what I do. Let's face it, for most of us it matters diddly to the world at large BUT it's not a bad idea to check in on a personal level once in a while. So, here's the latest. Turns out I really do just want to make what I make and do what I do. That just wasn't an option earlier in my life. Hey, when I was thirty with a nine year old boy to raise if someone wanted me to make a bowl 'just like this one' while standing on my head in the dark I'd give it a shot. Now, not so much. Staying current and lovin' it. And adding new things into the mix. Like pruning an apple tree.