My little kitchen windowsill flowers...

This is one of the places I feel most tenderly toward in my little cottage, the tiny vases of flowers on my kitchen windowsill overlooking the garden and out to the Magic Ship. It is a place to linger and dream, and the vases are full all year with things that grow in our southern warm winters like pansies and violas or now when there is a feast of riches, lilies galore, zinnias, in a rainbow assortment of colors, marigolds, and more. So sweet...