It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it. ~John Burroughs, “Winter Sunshine”
chasing the light
This is the time of year when I start chasing the light. I chase it from room to room in the house. I look in shops for new lamps to add a glow to my spaces. The lights on the…