







I know not why, but my morning glories, the warmth of this morning's sun, the crickets' song, and the early September light, all bring to mind the work of Chagall.







I know not why, but my morning glories, the warmth of this morning's sun, the crickets' song, and the early September light, all bring to mind the work of Chagall.
A new necklace made and given to me by my talented potter daughter...