Sarah wants to know what’s on your kitchen windowsill. On mine:
A red geranium in a white pot.
An aloe, slightly withered at the tips because I go through periods of plant neglect, in a green pot.
A little fat round cactus in a plastic pot with holes, so that the one time I watered it, dirt and water ran all over the sill).
A Pampered Chef baking stone scraper.
NOT the seven medicine cups from various bottles of cough and cold medicine that had accumulated there during early spring and which I finally collected and put away about a week ago.
A white cow creamer. This was a wedding gift, and it was one of the very few things we actually got from our registry. We laughed and laughed when we registered for that cow. It was ironic and retro before ironic and retro was trendy. Which may be the only time in our lives that we have been cutting-edge.
A kalanchoe, not in bloom at the moment, in a blue and white pot. Oh, and a smaller blue and white matching pot shaped like a watering can. I love blue and white china. Adore it. Sometimes there are tissue-paper flowers in that little pot, and sometimes other things. A fresh blossom from outside, when I remember.
An empty spot in the middle where the red cup of nasturtiums was. I loved those so much that I planted some in our yard. And they’re blooming now, just beginning to explode. Time to go a-picking.
Nuts, Bolts, and Pegs
I Would Comment on This, But I’m Too Distracted
Hiding from My Kitchen