The View from a Kitchen Window

If I had it my way, I would always live in a house with a window over the kitchen sink.  This is, in fact, the first house I've had that has a window over the sink.  And it's a good thing, since I don't have a dishwasher and spend a considerable amount of time standing at the sink.  I am so glad I have that view. 

So, while I've been snowed in today, I've observed the changing landscape through that window.  Watching the way the sun streams through at different times of day and completely changing the way my kitchen looks and feels.

The house I grew up in had a window over the sink that looked into our backyard.  When I was little, all I wanted to do was play outside, and my mom or grandmother could wash the dishes (again, this house had no dishwasher) and keep an eye on me at the same time. I was a little prone to finding trouble when I was little (okay, to be honest, I am still prone to finding trouble). 

And, my grandmother's house had a window over her kitchen sink that looked into her side yard.  Again, when I was playing outside, alone or with my sister and cousins, she could keep an eye on what was happening.  Then, when it was time to go home, she stood at the window and waved at us as we left.  Always.  Without fail. And I miss that.  I miss her.  Maybe that's why I am feeling nostalgic about kitchen windows over the sink, today.