Alison Taylor

I am blessed with a deep, wide kitchen window sill.  It is NNW facing, but still gets reasonable light.  It is a gathering place for a few mementos and greenery.

From the left - we have my almost 3 year old rosemary plant, whose fragrance and flavor fills me with happiness.  Then in front of that, a funky ashtray thingy that one of the kids picked up many years ago in one of those Santa's workshop things for probably a buck (and it's filled with mini seashells, leftover from another Mama gift).  

Behind the rosemary is a candle holder made by my favorite ex-boyfriend's mom.  Not sure why I have it there.  Then we have our ripening tomatoes and pears - this sill is a great gradual ripening spot for produce.  The plaque says "Trust In the Lord" - because I should do that more often and it's a good reminder (it was also a gift from someone).  The bamboo plant was a gift form one of my husband's students (he's a choir/orchestra teacher).

Behind that it a tiny off white ceramic vase that was my grandmother's.  She liked to have cut flowers everywhere - and not just the big, showy ones.  She felt that all flowers had a place, so she had vases of many sizes to accommodate almost any kind of flower.  I like the little things I have, such as this, to keep her in my memory.

Next is a picture of hubby n me from 20 years ago, when we were engaged.  This has sat on the sill of everyplace we've lived for no particular reason.  No, I am no longer blonde.

In back of the photo you can see half of a ceramic mouse that was intended to hold, and be a dispenser of, parmesan cheese.  It has never been used this way.  I have lots of "pretend" mice in my home because my nickname when I was little was Mouse, so my mother likes to give me mousy things.  It just sits there... because.

Bottom right, which you can barely see, is a paperweight that depicts a landscape in the Painted Desert, using colored sand from the Painted Desert.  My dad (RIP 1987) bought this in 1970 on our epic cross country family adventure, and I got it when he died.

My ever-present glass of water needs no further explanation.

Thanks for touring my sill with me.  Feel free to edit at will.

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