The generosity of the Morse family knows no edges
and the quiet gesture of handing Herself this little purple vase
is what I’m talking about…tender kindnesses

And when she filled it with water
to place into it the daffodils
which they told her it was ok to pick
from their front yard
and the water leaked out all over the counter…

it was that second of the purple vases
which was offered to her that really spoke to their hearts.

The daffodils as theme
was a gift of its own in the studio for this years’ Granary show
and putting the three blooms which grew in our home yard
into one of those purple vases was a perfect foil
for Aunt Imy’s lilac teacup
resting on one of Polly’s hand sewn handkerchiefs
which she embroidered with violets.

But it was the muses I have to thank
who stepped in
to stop me
just before
I tried to give those flowers
a drink.

The whispers of clover are my own tiny celebration
of having finally moved out of the  “heavy construction” phase
of our rebuild and now every day
a little bit more of what was the mud and straw strewn yard
that surrounds our home and studio
is growing lush and green with our new lawn of clover.

So much to be grateful for.