Kitchen Still

For some odd reason, we still don't have a dishwasher. This is a great windowsill.
Our neighbour's corn is about twenty feet high. I got a rose from my other neighbour two days ago. The pitcher was made by a Tibetan student, Tsering who has gone off to college. The plums were picked last night, and I plan to make some jam. Of course, we're back to Hub City Pizza and well, dirty sponges that are now soaking in javex.