One More Reason the New Windows Were Worth It

(Aside from the fact that I can open all of the windows in the house in the time it took me to open one of the old windows, and with a quarter of the effort.)

The morning light in our garden window yesterday, filtered through the neighbors' pine trees.



The morning light filtered through my grandmother's Ball jars

(which I rescued from a cardboard box in her garage that said "Old Jars." The fact that she had such a box makes me laugh, because I would too, if my old jars weren't all in the studio.)