The little herb garden. And not a lick of photo-editing on this one. Just the craziest most beautiful morning light in the kitchen, and the last of the cut hydrangeas, hanging on on the window sill. Here's something that I learned this week: the light, and sense of calm that abounds in this space will request that I stop and take notice even when I am at my most neurotic. Sometimes I get so filled with anxiety over projects and offending objects that I lose the whole point. This kitchen. This sun. This garden. The basil, growing like wild.