Looking Out, Looking Back

"Every man's memory is his private literature."

~Aldous Huxley

Everyday I look out of this window. As a matter of fact, it's my first stop after sneaking out of my warm bed and getting a face full of puppy kisses from Miss Charlie T.

Obviously, it's nothing more than your typical double-pained glass window. But to me, it serves as a rather interesting illusion; a link between past, present and future.

As a munchkin, I grew up in the caddy-cornered lawn. When I look out this window I see memories of a past and happy childhood and I occasionally flashback and see things the way they they once were.

I totally understand things change, but I'll admit it, I have a hard time letting go.

Honestly, while looking back, I have stifle a chuckle. Poor Mrs. Maize. If her yard would have been as overgrown 20 years ago, as it is today, the neighborhood children would have indeed had a field day; spying on her and watching diligently as she cooked dinner and went about her household chores. Wow- we honestly thought we were rebels.

Then, there's the windowsill itself. To most people the little green plant babies are just that- tiny pots of vegetation. Oh no- not so. If you know me well, most often times there's way more than meets the eye.

See that little pot of ivy on the left hand side of the picture? Well, that little guy holds the honor of being the first houseplant I ever bought myself. I lived in Springfield, Virginia and he was my potted friend. He's had a few different homes since then, but really enjoys his current spot.

If you've been a loyal blog reader, you might recognize the following picture. Take your time. Think it through.

Any ideas? Well, if not, click here. But for those of you who do remember, Miss Maple tree appears to relish her current habitat. I'm beyond pleased with her healthy and lush foliage. Grow, Miss Maple, grow!

Off to the right sits my tiny and fragile friend, thyme. I hate to boast, but he certainly has come a long way. What was just a mere flat of tiny seeds has emerged into a beautiful and thriving herb.

We can dig deeper, should you care for a more in-depth analysis of my windowsill.

Notice the tiny glass jar with the rusty star? I bought it for myself while I was in college, working away my summer vacation in an old log cabin. The cabin had been transformed into a quaint little shoppe, and I loved, loved, loved working there. When I bought this glassy wonder, I had no idea where I'd eventually end up, but I thought it was special and would serve as a reminder of an ultra-fascinating summer job.

The small lime green pots were a gift from my mama. She just happens to be the queen gardener and when I began expressing a sincere interest in nature's goodness, she helped to feed the frenzy. Although the picture does not show them, there are two more which house my basil and chives.

So, there ya have it.

My little window. My little corner of the world. My little link to the past, present and future.