The sound of the kettle whistling to the accompaniment of the news from America heralds the day.

The fruit we purchased at the market yesterday sits in bowls on the table, the colors are seducing. I sampled some and I'm happily accepting the allergic reaction… (Angelina Jolie lips again)

As the sun rises over San Miguel Allende, I wonder what glorious surprises are in store for the day.
There is a scheduled visit with my quilting friends and and the lure of the bakery behind the blue door down the street.

I have to finish business on the internet and complete some drawing homework and I think I should do a design a day to share with you all. I actually have a studio on the top floor of the house, it overlooks the suncatching balcony.