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Serenity

There is one window in my dark kitchen. It is a zealous sentry, granting sunlight permission to track golden footprints across the floor only in winter. It looks out over a few bird feeders, the garbage can, and a propane tank. Not much of a view.

The view inside the kitchen is exceptionally dismal at the moment. Stuart is underneath the sink disconnecting the plumbing and ripping out the countertops. The cooktop is in the walk-in closet and we have a big green bucket set up in the backyard as a makeshift sink. I feel at loose ends with my "office" torn to shreds. The kids are eating cereal for dinner in order to be dirty dish conservative. They are quite happy. Stuart is not. They ate a whole box of Raisin Bran Crunch in one sitting. He really likes Raisin Bran Crunch.

There is one tiny oasis here in the kitchen. The sill to my light-stingy window is rather deep with room enough for a few pitchers of Angelonia above the place where the sink used to be. They are my favorite flower and at the moment, my sanity.

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Sarah said…
Okay Kate, I'm ready to see the sink now...hmmm. I might have to do a post on that. Sinks are so important.

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August 11, 2008 at 12:45 AM
Anonymous said…
Those are beautiful. From just looking at them, I would have had no idea the rest of your kitchen was in such disarray!
August 11, 2008 at 4:07 PM
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