As I pack and move out 36 years’ worth of my magpie collection, the cabin is far emptier than ever since it was built. I am appreciating the texture of the more revealed expanse of mud walls, freshly emphasised with the repainting (with natural paints of course).
I am admiring each treasure before I pack it away, and loving the flowers that winter here gives me for brightening indoors.
Sometimes I’m almost too late to catch a fleeting beauty on offer…
…like the last low rays of the sunset through my front door leadlight…
…or the coloured glass window in front of my desk.