Landscape With Reading Lamp

Our flat is quite dark, despite its big windows. I always glance to the left whenever I open the back door. The overgrown back garden makes rich, deep-seated reflections in the tall old sittingroom window. The branchy skyline merges with the furnishings as if they are made for each other.

I collected mum from the nursing home today. All of us were a little anxious (with the exception of my son perhaps), but she seems to have settled in quickly enough. This is very much mum's room, and seems an appropriate blip, as she is back in the frame: her rightful place among the reflections.