I’ve come to see our farmhouse as an art gallery of sorts; art and flowers, porcelains, and plants dot every windowsill in the house. I rarely, if ever, see the curator setting up the art. I caught her in the act this morning and took the shot. She is constantly upgrading the gallery and moving things around.

It is a beautiful thing to live among, these galleries, I’m grateful for them. Art is a part of life here.