This is a time of rebirth, from the long and cold winter to Spring, the rebirth of life, the return of light and color. Soon enough, I imagine the windowsill gallery will be alive with flowers taken from our gardens, but for now, the vases and bottles wait, they absord the light and shadows of the sun, they signal us to be patient and accepting, as the animals do. I can’t wait for the Windowsill Gallery, our own little museum, to come to life. I have one of the great curators of the world right here.