Sometimes I feel like the luckiest person alive

Freshly made bowls. Getting ready for Cache Valley Gardener's Market

On a hike near home with my friend DeAnna we got to see Indian Paintbrush

DeAnna with Avon in the background

A patch of Lupine

The end of our road. What you can't see is that we had just witnessed a mother sandhill crane coaxing her new baby across. We stayed way back to give them room. Unfortunately so far back you can't see them.

I love this willow that struggles through losing limbs. It has had better days.

Arrow leaf balsam root--prevalent this time of year.

Sa, an exchange student from Thailand is putting on handle on a mug he made.

It's been fun to share my studio with Sa. He's such a happy, talented, and hardworking young man. He leaves in June.

One of Sa's raw (before firing) mugs. I love his designs.

A rare sight. This young bullmoose was galloping by our house this morning. He seemed pretty frantic. I hope he found some shelter. We watched him run one way and then another. Finally disappearing from our view.

Sometimes I feel like the luckiest person alive. This time of year is really fun. Everything comes alive in Avon. My studio no longer requires the heater to blow full-time. I'm getting ready for Farmer's markets and art festivals. The sounds, sights, and smells of nature and wildlife are all around. Hiking weather is perfect. Life at it's best.