Planting my seeds at Riversleigh

My attic is a perfect perch to look out over Riversleigh and its grounds. Papered with flower sprigged wallpaper and yellow curtains at the window, it is a sunny, airy room with plenty of floor space. There's a sofa under the window where I can sit and dream and read, and a bowl of russet apples nearby.
I have unpacked a few precious things that I brought with me - the photo album of our children growing up, a handmade little dream box and a lovely plant pot, (Christmas presents from my daughters), an old wooden flute and of course, my travelling art bag with supplies for drawing, painting and collage.
I went down to the greenhouse to collect my seed packet. Inside I found three tiny brown seeds, so small they looked like specks of earth in my hand. I filled the beautiful pot with good rich soil and planted my tiny seeds of hope. I have so many hopes and dreams to feed it with - hopes for a peaceful world for my grandchildren to grow up in, dreams of the art I will create this year with my paints and words.
I placed the pot under the sunny attic window and gave the tiny seeds their first nourishment with my gratitude for this haven that I have come to.