A couple of mornings this week I walked into the kitchen with the intention of making tea, but instead happened upon the pictures you see here.
--Amazing and angular Spring light was streaming in the window, creating striking shadows of Leah's Christmas Cactus plant, and the hand-crocheted curtain she made.
--Another day, sunshine illuminated bits of surf-smoothed glass we've gathered on walks on the beach over the years. My mate has put that glass in a vase, and to me she has made art.
I wrote her a note. "I see your heart," I said.
