a poetical response following close observation: pebbles for rivers of stones
It's my front window that shames me every time the sun shines. But I live directly on the street (no front garden) and it's impossible to keep clean! (My kitchen floor is always a mess. I'm a messy cook. What can I tell ya?
Mine too, I seem to be forever washing the floor!
Mine's messy despite the fact that I don't cook - but then I don't wash the floor either, and I have the windows too ... Heigh ho, the sun will cease to shine in the same direction within a few days and then what passes as my conscience will leave me in peace again.