I never tire of seeing how art plays into our life, this is the joy of being married to an artist. We recently had the apple tree trimmed, and Maria instinctively began collecting the twigs so the donkeys and sheep could nibble on them, there was too much snow to graze.

Bit by bit, the pile became a kind of apple tree sculpture, another work of art, just like the fiber chairs from the barn.  Every time we go out to the pasture to feed the animals, Maria adds a piece of wood or adjusts it, she has the whole thing mapped out in her head, the animals have their own ideas. Art is always in Maria’s head, and as a result, it is always in our lives.  Our life is a gallery.

Fate approves.