The farmhouse is really a living art gallery, my wife the busy curator. We stayed home to rest on Sunday and have a quiet day and that means Maria buzzes around the farmhouse like an artistic bumblebee and changes everything. She moved Lenore’s painting over the fireplace, painted a box with some beautiful old ceiling tiles and finished putting up the Sari curtains from India.

She painted the door to the woodshed, and moved about 100 things around.  Various India treasures are popping up here and there, the fan is gone from the mantel. Her idea of a quiet day at home would leave most people staggering.

The living room is quite different than it was just a few weeks ago. I like it. I know it will not last long. Next week we’ll maybe go to the movies.