Writing about my kitchen window views these last couple of weeks makes me remember all of my kitchen views over my 67 years, twelve altogether. Some have been nicer than others but they all eventually became a familiar source of comfort to me.
I no longer have a house in the country, so my view is quite different now, but I love it. I live in a small town and my kitchen overlooks the firestation, a few houses and the busiest road in town, which everyone takes to the arena and the community centre. I overlook our little parking lot too so I can see my neighbours coming and going. It is not exceptionally pretty but I love it just the same.