Window Box Memories
Since the weather wasn’t all that great over the weekend I took a drive around in my old neighborhood and strolled down memory lane for a few hours. The house that I grew up in is totally different on the outside these days. I’d love to be able to go inside and see how it looks in there, but I’d never get the nerve up to knock on the door and ask. But once in a great while I’ll drive by and check the place out.
The front porch is now enclosed and another house has been built where we used to play in the side yard. It was the perfect house and yard to grow up in. My mother and father took a lot of pride in keeping the place looking nice even with 5 kids running around creating havoc. My mother had the most wonderful window flower boxes in stalled in the windows on the front of the house. She was very proud of how her window boxes looked all year round. And plenty of neighbors were envious of her taste and talents and went out and purchased their own garden window boxes to experiment with, but hers always looked the best.