The willow is clothed in pale green
And it's looking like spring,
So, of course, I'm washing windows.
In this case (the kitchen,) washing windows involves moving stuff, washing it before putting it back, and cleaning up all the crud that had accumulated under the table. 
The kitchen windows are the age of the house--forty-six years old--and I can't do anything about the fogging between the panes. But at least they and the knick-knacks thereon are clean now.The dining room windows are a bit newer and clean up nicely, though in order to avoid having to drag a ladder t the deck below, I have to perform some weird contortions to get the both sides. But it's done, just in time for the rainy days ahead. Now maybe I can play with my watercolors.
