Every day or so, I look up at the windowsills in the farmhouse, and am surprised by what I see – fresh flowers, dying flowers, Florence’s old blue glass, rocks, crystals, totems of various kinds. I never see these exhibits go up or come down, I can’t imagine when she does it.

I love life with my artist, she is creative in every single thing she does, she is creative in what she wears, what she sees, in her wonderful curating of the windowsills. Never in my life have I or anyone I lived with thought to curate windowsills, and not with fine purchased art, but with the simple and beautiful elements of life. I am very fond of my windowsill gallery, it just glows with imagination, thoughtfulness, creativity and love, all good things.