We were startled by the bang. A toughened pane in a rotting frame just shattered, scattering a thousand glistening diamonds to the ground. “Help me!” it screamed. “Please don’t neglect me into decay and nothingness…”
I’m so glad we didn’t. I made it better. Roof re-membraned. Wood re-coated. Oversized doors from eBay cut to fit. Windows of clear acrylic.
Now, a welcoming dry refuge whenever raindrops patter on the garden and roof.
A destination and a sanctuary, not too far away for wheelchair or walking frame to venture out.
And on a fine summer’s afternoon, a place to sit in gentle shade with tea and jam tart. Blissful solitude, and quiet contemplation of swaying trees, and an audacious blackbird close by, exploring newly dug garden.
Our wonderful place, with comfy chair, for sitting, and lolling, planning and dreaming….
Paul- I hope you continue to enjoy the comforts of the tiny home. I’ve always been curious of the tiny homes. Would you say this was worth your while? 🙌🏼
Your posts looks like they should :) mine lately have been in fatal condition ..:) tysm