Upstairs

Upstairs!  It’s from here my cottage has the best views.  This is where I see our village, roof rectangles, squares and triangles framed by the rounded shapes of trees.  Masculine and feminine.  Cezanne could have painted it.  Come to think of it, reception rooms of all the grand old houses (try Hampton Court)  are on the first floor. Also, it’s only from here, that some of my May beauties are visible.  The white climbing rose Mrs Herbert Stevens (did I plant it because Granny was Mrs Horace Stephens?) along the fence at ground level peers at next doors dustbins, but from here...