Conservatory Dreams

I have always yearned for a conservatory at Resthaven. To me, there is nothing quite as architecturally pleasing to the eye as a conservatory and an old stone house. The juxtoposition of the delicate glass and wood frame against the weighty masonry creates a harmonious balance, a ying and a yang, that is undeniably romantic. The image conjures up visions of an English country retreat, surrounded by sprawling lawns and secret gardens; a place to wander and lose oneself in ones thoughts. Walking inside the open doors of the conservatory from the surrounding terrace, one instantly notices the floor,with it's black and white marble tiles in a checkerboard pattern. To the right of the door lies an umbrella stand and riding boots, next to a small table on which lie my gardening gloves. Fig trees in cast iron urns and masonry planters piled with ferns fill out the corners of the light-filled space, whilst precocious garden statuary peer out at me. The furniture is light, yet comfortable, with its overstuffed cushions, a perfect place for repose. I might read a book, or take an afternoon nap, as the rays of sunlight gently warming the room will surely lull me to sleep.