Heaven in the attic

On the roof you can look down and watch the birds fly.
It was a blue-sky-and-sunshine-day when I decided to go up for a bit of birdwatching and found a hole in the roof.

Inside the new room was coming along lovely, with shelves and things and tables and paints.

First thing in was the owls and the kingfisher, beautiful bright blue bird.

The floor is wonderful for slipping and sliding and batting and rolling. There are places to hide and to jump and to sit and to watch.

Out of the window the trees are now white with blossom on black branches, and the green field is dotted with sheep and lambs.

Magic. Was it there all along?