The natural light
that pours in my kitchen window each day is like vitamin to my soul.
I can't imagine being without it in the morning. Just outside is an
old wood slat fence, with a few tangled vines intertwined throughout.
It obscures my neighbors house that sits twenty feet away. Tree limbs
are scattered above with ample sky visible.
A ledge over my
sink always has plants. The coleus in a pot comes from a plant that
was on my patio and knocked over by the wind. I discovered it late,
when it was dying. I took a sprig and stuck it into some earth and
now it is about to make little purple blooms. The orchid is not mine.
I am watching over it while a friend is out of the country.
Lately, I have been
growing sunflower sprouts. They are delicious and nutritious to
snack on, and available almost all the time because I start them in
containers every four or five days. I use bird seed to start the seedlings.
All this
life—thanks to the window, and light that pours in to bless
existence.