Friday, March 4, 2011

My Kitchen Window

Something I created just for the fun of it.  As soon as my daughter saw it she wanted it because it's her favorite spot in the house. Our daughter is the fifth generation to life in the family homestead. When she comes home on the weekend the first thing she does is hop up onto the counter and talks to me with the snack cupboard open.  Some of the most precious times I've shared with my daughter have been in the kitchen. I remember doing the same thing with my mother while she was busy in the kitchen. 

This pastel painting was done from a photo I took when my Grandmother and I were canning together.  I remember coming home to Grandma's house on the weekend when I lived in the city of York. I could feel the stress leaving as I drove up the long winding hill to Grandma's house. Life was always slower and time seemed to stand still in the country. She always had a smile and a fresh baked pie or cake, just in case company would stop in for a visit.  There in the kitchen we would sit down with a cup of tea and enjoy a slice of her wonderful "Sour Cherry Pie" or "Raspberry Custard Pie".  Life just doesn't get any sweeter than a weekend at Grandma's house.