A passage from The Antoine LaFramboise Diaries:

I find you on the crest of e’vning

April 18th. The day has been long but in these remaining moments before our flame wishes goodbye for the night, I spied inside the glimpse of a midsummers bride.

A happy detour found me at Madison's place. A small cozy apartment that you could possibly stay in for days and still not discover all its treasures. Books that cross the landscape, pictures painted by her own hand, and the depth of a personality that Columbus would enjoy. There on her back porch envy sunk my heart. As the sun draws to a close, she waters her plants. 

Lavender

Basil

Dill

Thyme

Is the ever enough time? How can I ever sleep when I find days in which You become so clear? After helping her hang lights on her balcony she brought out tomato seeds to plant. 

As my hands dig in the soil a Heavenly sweep across my heart. Can she see me? This is life. Two people. Nature. You sometimes forget we live in a natural world. This is a woman that brings my giving side out completely. I feel total selflessness when here. Is it her or the atmosphere? I always have here.  Quiet moments shared descend over me. 

As the e've whispers you asleep she walks about, allowing me time to be with you. She is quiet. 

An artist understanding art in present.