If you live with an artist, you have a curator living in the house with you. Every day there are new things, on the windowsills, in jars, vases, planters, flower gardens. This morning, something new in the small green vase that sits on the sill in the kitchen. I have no idea when it came or how the horse and  earrings got inside, but I know who did it. And when the sun came up behind it and the white vase with blue earrings inside, I got the camera.

Maria is taking charge of her house again, she is owning it, putting her stamp on it. Several times a week, she asks me if it bothers me that she is emotional. I tell her I do not understand the question, and I do not. It is what I most love about her.