In the foreground is a pot that one of my kids decorated, probably back in kindergarten. It holds no significance to me. But it’s not broken, and it seems heartless to throw it away. So I put it on the ledge. When it gets knocked over by a basketball and smashed to bits, I’ll gladly sweep the fragments into the trash bin.
In the middle is some sort of weed/herb that grows unchecked beyond my usual bi-monthly mowing. It tastes like a combination of oregano, mint, and basil.
In the background is a window that is enjoying its last week on earth. Structurally, this corner of the house needs (my) help, and as much as I hate to lose any natural light, I’d also hate to see my house collapse.