Interior design is one
of my worst subjects, mostly because all I really care about is being
able to look out windows. I also like small spaces --- I vividly
remember pit-stops during long family car trips where I closed the door
on the bathroom stall and just wished I could stay in that tiny space
for the rest of the day. So I was perfectly happy squeezing our
tiny table (a coffee table up on cinderblocks) into the spot in the
kitchen between the fridge and the sink. It drove Mark's
long-legged self a bit nutty, though, to fold into such a tiny space
for two meals a day, so last fall I rearranged everything and put a
kitchen island where the table was, moving the table to the bay of
south-facing windows.
More room made for a
happy Mark, and I liked the new view. The only real downside was
that I'd planted a mass of spring flowers under the kitchen peach tree
for us to enjoy at this time of year, and now the flowers are out of
sight.
But
then seed-starting time came and I realized the other flaw in my plan
--- our dining table is now located where I used to mass plants to
enjoy spring sunlight before they moved outside.
So we rearranged again to make space for a card table that was
immediately full of cuttings, seedlings, and perennials. These guys are all
slated to move outside sooner (weeks ago for the onions, but it kept
being too cold) or later (the frost-free date for the cuttings and
tindora). Mark is once again happy to have them out from under
the table, off the top of the fridge, and off the edge of the dining
table. Thanks for putting up with my plant hoarding, Mark!