“Often I would send Whitney out into the garden to pick flowers for the dinner table. Whitney seemed to think the bigger the bouquet, the bigger my smile and hug would be, and indeed she was right. Happily and feverishly she would clip away, but because she was such an observant little one, just about anything would catch her eye and cause her to ponder. Sometimes the garden statuary, especially the garden angels, seemed to make flower picking a time of great lingering. It is no wonder then, that most of her wonderful drawings were of angels!”