Bette and Cathy (pottery friends) are listening to someone talk to them, while I'm just taking pictures, and kind of listening, at least until my coughing got bothersome. I left early because I sounded like a fog-horn. This was around March 15. Just a bit over 2 weeks ago. My cough is finally fading into just a couple a day. I can't believe how much energy I have now that I'm not dealing with difficulty breathing. Ahhh.
Some pretty work that's just been glazed (the rose carvings are Mathilda Tanner's)