I visited over the weekend. The last time I was here was last October. I try to visit at least twice a year.

This is my room. It is in the first floor. I hate going up the stairs... too high! Although it is very pretty up there, it makes me lonely.

I enjoy sitting underneath this tree. I call it my Father's Tree, because it is his tree. I can sit here for hours. Just thinking, and planning, and in healthy solitude.

I sit for an hour or so, in silence... to reflect
on myself, my life, to better understand myself and the little world I live in.

The gardener trimmed the hedges. In several months it will have lots of leaves. But I won't see them. It won't be until October or November that I can come back.