Sacred Place

My late mother-in-law, J, could usually be found here; thinking, potting plants, in fact, generally just pottering happily with the family around her.

I've never felt able to go in since she died six years ago, it just felt too much her personal private place. Now, I've had to clear it and came down early this morning to do that.

It felt special to be able to do that for her, and make the place look good for the next owners. She was always exasperated that I could never be bothered with gardens. Just look at me now; she'd be even more chuffed...