Windows

We have roughly 60 separate window segments on the main floor of our house.  I watched with interest today as 4 of them were replaced. And was struck again at the ingenuity of man.

It was a simple process.  The tricky one was the one behind the sink, a story and a half above the ground. He was determined to not get out his superlong ladder.  The countertop under the window is hollow underneath - no support - so no standing on it, he'd go right through.  To replace the transom he sat in the open window with his feet in the sink, his tushy dangling over the edge, stretched w-a-y up high to remove the glue that holds the window in the frame.

Tonight's gratitude is about windows.  How fortunate we are to have them dotting our walls.  Providing us with ever-changing views of the beauties around us:  the tree limbs dancing in the wind, the butterflies flitting, the clouds scudding and sometimes, the rain, or the snow or the leaves drifting from the branches.  How dreary our home would be without this view.