The CraftWorks’ land always has some new facet to reveal. This morning the trees, bushes, plants were encased in ice crystals and as the sun rose, they sparkled with tiny light bounces.
But this special glazing was only on this special land because water abounds in the marsh, in the creek and in the ponds. As I drove out to the main road, the winter trees were still beautiful but iceless and without magic.
Here’s a bit of a poem called Ice Storm by Barbara Crooker -
“Some crazed glazier has cast these ceramics,
his icy touch in the glass garden,
but look, where the sun is touching,
everything, everything, everything’s light.”