I was in my office working today when I heard some rumbling and grumbling from the porch I went outside to see what  was happening, and I was startled to see that Maria had re-arranged the porch, got up on the railing and put up some new outdoor sunblinds I bought, and hauled in a table from somewhere and some chairs.

In just a few minutes, she had created a whoie new and quite private dining area (we share it with Flo, who hangs out on the porch in the summer.

I’m not sure where all this furniture came from, or how she moved it all by herself, but I love the space and we had dinner out there tonight as the sun set over the hills across from the farm.

In the afternoon, the sun is strong on the porch, at night, there are cool breezes, it’s a lovely place to sit and read and talk. We weren’t using it much at all, and now, there is yet another gracious and comfortable space for us to  use in the warm  weather.

There is really no space between art and life in our home, and it find it exciting and creative and wonderful, even if I am often surprised and taken aback by the energy and drive it takes to create it.

Life is like this with Maria, I sometimes feel as if I am an awe-struck spectator from the heartlands visiting a busy and innovative art gallery in the form of a farmhouse. In the blink of an eye, things change here.