When we moved into our house nearly two years ago, I was blown away with the beautiful perennial beds the prior owner had cultivated and created. We have an amazing garden, for which I can claim no credit yet am very thankful.
This spring our lily of valley and lilac have been been particularly fragrant (or perhaps last year I was just still too deep in the newborn haze to fully appreciate the smell), wrapping our yard with the sweetest of perfumes. Since R recently developed seasonal allergies we have had to keep our windows closed and I have missed those spring smells wafting through our home.
So two weeks ago I began to bring the flowers inside and place them throughout the house. One time I had a few extra flower stems and decided to place them in a small vase on our window sill immediately above the kitchen sink:
With as much time as I spend at the kitchen sink endlessly (it seems) doing dishes and cleaning up after meal after meal after meal after meal I can't tell you how this little vase of flowers has brightened my days at times.
Really, the whole window-over-the-sink has brightened my perspective. How easy it is at this stage in my life to lament the kiddie chores and often mind numbing repetitiveness of it all. When I find myself sinking into a sea of sighs, these flowers, the view from the window and the beauty of the outside world often help me shift from a small insular view of life to the outside world and why I spend my days the way I do.
In our prior house we had a wall above the sink. No contest. I will take a window view of life over a wall any day.
Life is sweet,